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The Bride's Prelude Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Sister said busy Amelotte	A
To listless Alo se	B
Along your wedding road the wheat	A
Bends as to hear your horse's feet	A
And the noonday stands still for heat	A
Amelotte laughed into the air	C
With eyes that sought the sun	D
But where the walls in long brocade	A
Were screened as one who is afraid	A
Sat Alo se within the shade	A
And even in shade was gleam enough	E
To shut out full repose	F
From the bride's 'tiring chamber which	G
Was like the inner altar niche	G
Whose dimness worship has made rich	G
Within the window's heaped recess	H
The light was counterchanged	A
In blent reflexes manifold	A
From perfume caskets of wrought gold	A
And gems the bride's hair could not hold	A
All thrust together and with these	I
A slim curved lute which now	J
At Amelotte's sudden passing there	C
Was swept in somewise unaware	C
And shook to music the close air	C
Against the haloed lattice panes	K
The bridesmaid sunned her breast	A
Then to the glass turned tall and free	L
And braced and shifted daintily	M
Her loin belt through her c te hardie	L
The belt was silver and the clasp	N
Of lozenged arm bearings	O
A world of mirrored tints minute	A
The rippling sunshine wrought into 't	A
That flushed her hand and warmed her foot	A
At least an hour had Alo se	B
Her jewels in her hair	C
Her white gown as became a bride	A
Quartered in silver at each side	A
Sat thus aloof as if to hide	A
Over her bosom that lay still	M
The vest was rich in grain	P
With close pearls wholly overset	A
Around her throat the fastenings met	A
Of chevesayle and mantelet	A
Her arms were laid along her lap	Q
With the hands open life	R
Itself did seem at fault in her	S
Beneath the drooping brows the stir	S
Of thought made noonday heavier	S
Long sat she silent and then raised	A
Her head with such a gasp	N
As while she summoned breath to speak	T
Fanned high that furnace in the cheek	T
But sucked the heart pulse cold and weak	T
Oh gather round her now all ye	L
Past seasons of her fear	U
Sick springs and summers deadly cold	A
To flight your hovering wings unfold	A
For now your secret shall be told	A
Ye many sunlights barbed with darts	V
Of dread detecting flame	W
Gaunt moonlights that like sentinels	X
Went past with iron clank of bells	Y
Draw round and render up your spells	Y
Sister said Alo se I had	A
A thing to tell thee of	Z
Long since and could not But do thou	J
Kneel first in prayer awhile and bow	J
Thine heart and I will tell thee now	J
Amelotte wondered with her eyes	A2
But her heart said in her	S
Dear Alo se would have me pray	B2
Because the awe she feels to day	B2
Must need more prayers than she can say	B2
So Amelotte put by the folds	C2
That covered up her feet	A
And knelt beyond the arras'd gloom	D2
And the hot window's dull perfume	D2
Where day was stillest in the room	D2
Queen Mary hear she said and say	B2
To Jesus the Lord Christ	A
This bride's new joy which He confers	E2
New joy to many ministers	E2
And many griefs are bound in hers	E2
The bride turned in her chair and hid	A
Her face against the back	F2
And took her pearl girt elbows in	G2
Her hands and could not yet begin	G2
But shuddering uttered Urscelyn	G2
Most weak she was for as she pressed	A
Her hand against her throat	A
Along the arras she let trail	M
Her face as if all heart did fail	M
And sat with shut eyes dumb and pale	M
Amelotte still was on her knees	I
As she had kneeled to pray	B2
Deeming her sister swooned she thought	A
At first some succour to have brought	A
But Alo se rocked as one distraught	A
She would have pushed the lattice wide	A
To gain what breeze might be	L
But marking that no leaf once beat	A
The outside casement it seemed meet	A
Not to bring in more scent and heat	A
So she said only Alo se	B
Sister when happened it	A
At any time that the bride came	W
To ill or spoke in fear of shame	W
When speaking first the bridegroom's name	W
A bird had out its song and ceased	B
Ere the bride spoke At length	H2
She said The name is as the thing	I2
Sin hath no second christening	I2
And shame is all that shame can bring	I2
In divers places many an while	M
I would have told thee this	J2
But faintness took me or a fit	A
Like fever God would not permit	A
That I should change thine eyes with it	A
Yet once I spoke hadst thou but heard	A
That time we wandered out	A
All the sun's hours but missed our way	B2
When evening darkened and so lay	B2
The whole night covered up in hay	B2
At last my face was hidden so	K2
Having God's hint I paused	A
Not long but drew myself more near	U
Where thou wast laid and shook off fear	U
And whispered quick into thine ear	L2
Something of the whole tale At first	A
I lay and bit my hair	C
For the sore silence thou didst keep	M2
Till as thy breath came long and deep	M2
I knew that thou hadst been asleep	M2
The moon was covered but the stars	N2
Lasted till morning broke	O2
Awake thou told'st me that thy dream	P2
Had been of me that all did seem	P2
At jar but that it was a dream	P2
I knew God's hand and might not speak	T
After that night I kept	A
Silence and let the record swell	M
Till now there is much more to tell	M
Which must be told out ill or well	M
She paused then weary with dry lips	Q2
Apart From the outside	A
By fits there boomed a dull report	A
From where i' the hanging tennis court	A
The bridegroom's retinue made sport	A
The room lay still in dusty glare	C
Having no sound through it	A
Except the chirp of a caged bird	A
That came and ceased and if she stirred	A
Amelotte's raiment could be heard	A
Quoth Amelotte The night this chanced	A
Was a late summer night	A
Last year What secret for Christ's love	Z
Keep'st thou since then Mary above	Z
What thing is this thou speakest of	Z
Mary and Christ Lest when 'tis told	A
I should be prone to wrath	R2
This prayer beforehand How she errs	S2
Soe'er take count of grief like hers	E2
Whereof the days are turned to years	T2
She bowed her neck and having said	A
Kept on her knees to hear	L2
And then because strained thought demands	U2
Quiet before it understands	U2
Darkened her eyesight with her hands	U2
So when at last her sister spoke	O2
She did not see the pain	G2
O' the mouth nor the asham d eyes	A2
But marked the breath that came in sighs	A2
And the half pausing for replies	A2
This was the bride's sad prelude strain	G2
I' the convent where a girl	M
I dwelt till near my womanhood	A
I had but preachings of the rood	A
And Aves told in solitude	A
To spend my heart on and my hand	A
Had but the weary skill	M
To eke out upon silken cloth	V2
Christ's visage or the long bright growth	W2
Of Mary's hair or Satan wroth	W2
So when at last I went and thou	W2
A child not known before	X2
Didst come to take the place I left	A
My limbs after such lifelong theft	A
Of life could be but little deft	A
In all that ministers delight	A
To noble women I	Y2
Had learned no word of youth's discourse	Z2
Nor gazed on games of warriors	E2
Nor trained a hound nor ruled a horse	Z2
Besides the daily life i' the sun	G2
Made me at first hold back	F2
To thee this came at once to me	L
It crept with pauses timidly	L
I am not blithe and strong like thee	L
Yet my feet liked the dances well	M
The songs went to my voice	A3
The music made me shake and weep	M2
And often all night long my sleep	M2
Gave dreams I had been fain to keep	M2
But though I loved not holy things	O
To hear them scorned brought pain	G2
They were my childhood and these dames	B3
Were merely perjured in saints' names	B3
And fixed upon saints' days for games	B3
And sometimes when my father rode	A
To hunt with his loud friends	C3
I dared not bring him to be quaff'd	A
As my wont was his stirrup draught	A
Because they jested so and laughed	A
At last one day my brothers said	A
The girl must not grow thus	D3
Bring her a jennet she shall ride	A
They helped my mounting and I tried	A
To laugh with them and keep their side	A
But brakes were rough and bents were steep	M2
Upon our path that day	A
My palfrey threw me and I went	A
Upon men's shoulders home sore s	H