The Stream's Secret Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCB DEEDDE FGGAHG IJJIIJ KLLKKL MNNMMN EOOEEO PQRPPR SMMSSM TUUTTU VWWVVW XYYXXY PZZPPZ FNNFFN A2B2B2RRB2 C2D2D2C2YD2 E2HHE2E2H GF2F2GGF2 G2H2H2G2G2H2 HPPHHP I2J2J2I2I2J2 K2L2L2K2K2L2 MJJMMJ M2BBM2M2B N2O2O2N2N2P2 Q2R2R2Q2Q2R2 S2C2C2S2S2Y WZZWWZ T2U2U2LLU2 O2KKO2O2K V2VVW2W2V Q2X2X2Q2Q2X2 UGGUUG E2VVE2E2V AN2N2AHN2 XY2Z2XXA3

What thing unto mine earA
Wouldst thou convey what secret thingB
O wandering water ever whisperingB
Surely thy speech shall be of herC
Thou water O thou whispering wandererC
What message dost thou bringB
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Say hath not Love leaned lowD
This hour beside thy far well headE
And there through jealous hollowed fingers saidE
The thing that most I long to knowD
Murmuring with curls all dabbled in thy flowD
And washed lips rosy redE
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He told it to thee thereF
Where thy voice hath a louder toneG
But where it welters to this little moanG
His will decrees that I should hearA
Now speak for with the silence is no fearH
And I am all aloneG
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Shall Time not still endowI
One hour with life and I and sheJ
Slake in one kiss the thirst of memoryJ
Say streams lest Love should disavowI
Thy service and the bird upon the boughI
Sing first to tell it meJ
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What whisperest thou Nay whyK
Name the dead hours I mind them wellL
Their ghosts in many darkened doorways dwellL
With desolate eyes to know them byK
That hour must still be born ere it can dieK
Of that I'd have thee tellL
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But hear before thou speakM
Withhold I pray the vain behestN
That while the maze hath still its bower for questN
My burning heart should cease to seekM
Be sure that Love ordained for souls more meekM
His roadside dells of restN
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Stream when this silver threadE
In flood time is a torrent brownO
May any bulwark bind thy foaming crownO
Shall not the waters surge and spreadE
And to the crannied boulders of their bedE
Still shoot the dead drift downO
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Let no rebuke find placeP
In speech of thine or it shall proveQ
That thou dost ill expound the words of LoveR
Even as thine eddy's rippling raceP
Would blur the perfect image of his faceP
I will have none thereofR
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O learn and understandS
That 'gainst the wrongs himself did wreakM
Love sought her aid until her shadowy cheekM
And eyes beseeching gave commandS
And compassed in her close compassionate handS
My heart must burn and speakM
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For then at last we spokeT
What eyes so oft had told to eyesU
Through that long lingering silence whose half sighsU
Alone the buried secret brokeT
Which with snatched hands and lips' reverberate strokeT
Then from the heart did riseU
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But she is far awayV
Now nor the hours of night grown hoarW
Bring yet to me long gazing from the doorW
The wind stirred robe of roseate grayV
And rose crown of the hour that leads the dayV
When we shall meet once moreW
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Dark as thy blinded waveX
When brimming midnight floods the glenY
Bright as the laughter of thy runnels whenY
The dawn yields all the light they craveX
Even so these hours to wound and that to saveX
Are sisters in Love's kenY
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Oh sweet her bending graceP
Then when I kneel beside her feetZ
And sweet her eyes' o'erhanging heaven and sweetZ
The gathering folds of her embraceP
And her fall'n hair at last shed round my faceP
When breaths and tears shall meetZ
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Beneath her sheltering hairF
In the warm silence near her breastN
Our kisses and our sobs shall sink to restN
As in some still trance made awareF
That day and night have wrought to fulness thereF
And Love has built our nestN
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And as in the dim groveA2
When the rains cease that hushed them longB2
'Mid glistening boughs the song birds wake to songB2
So from our hearts deep shrined in loveR
While the leaves throb beneath around aboveR
The quivering notes shall throngB2
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Till tenderest words found vainC2
Draw back to wonder mute and deepD2
And closed lips in closed arms a silence keepD2
Subdued by memory's circling strainC2
The wind rapt sound that the wind brings againY
While all the willows weepD2
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Then by her summoning artE2
Shall memory conjure back the sereH
Autumnal Springs from many a dying yearH
Born dead and bitter to the heartE2
The very ways where now we walk apartE2
Who then shall cling so nearH
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And with each thought new grownG
Some sweet caress or some sweet nameF2
Low breathed shall let me know her thought the sameF2
Making me rich with every toneG
And touch of the dear heaven so long unknownG
That filled my dreams with flameF2
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Pity and love shall burnG2
In her pressed cheek and cherishing handsH2
And from the living spirit of love that standsH2
Between her lips to soothe and yearnG2
Each separate breath shall clasp me round in turnG2
And loose my spirit's bandsH2
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Oh passing sweet and dearH
Then when the worshipped form and faceP
Are felt at length in darkling close embraceP
Round which so oft the sun shone clearH
With mocking light and pitiless atmosphereH
In many an hour and placeP
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Ah me with what proud growthI2
Shall that hour's thirsting race be runJ2
While for each several sweetness still begunJ2
Afresh endures love's endless drouthI2
Sweet hands sweet hair sweet cheeks sweet eyes sweet mouthI2
Each singly wooed and wonJ2
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Yet most with the sweet soulK2
Shall love's espousals then be knitL2
What time the governing cloud sheds peace from itL2
O'er tremulous wings that touch the goalK2
And on the unmeasured height of Love's controlK2
The lustral fires are litL2
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Therefore when breast and cheekM
Now part from long embraces freeJ
Each on the other gazing shall but seeJ
A self that has no need to speakM
All things unsought yet nothing more to seekM
One love in unityJ
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O water wandering pastM2
Albeit to thee I speak this thingB
O water thou that wanderest whisperingB
Thou keep'st thy counsel to the lastM2
What spell upon thy bosom should Love castM2
Its secret thence to wringB
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Nay must thou hear the taleN2
Of the past days the heavy debtO2
Of life that obdurate time withholds ere yetO2
To win thine ear these prayers prevailN2
And by thy voice Love's self with high All hailN2
Yield up the amuletP2
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How should all this be toldQ2
All the sad sum of wayworn daysR2
Heart's anguish in the impenetrable mazeR2
And on the waste uncoloured woldQ2
The visible burthen of the sun grown coldQ2
And the moon's labouring gazeR2
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Alas shall hope be nurs'dS2
On life's all succouring breast in vainC2
And made so perfect only to be slainC2
Or shall not rather the sweet thirstS2
Even yet rejoice the heart with warmth dispers'dS2
And strength grown fair againY
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Stands it not by the doorW
Love's Hour Till she and I shall meetZ
With bodiless form and unapparent feetZ
That cast no shadow yet beforeW
Though round its head the dawn begins to pourW
The breath that makes day sweetZ
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Its eyes invisibleT2
Watch till the dial's thin thrown shadeU2
Be born yea till the journeying line be laidU2
Upon the point that wakes the spellL
And there in lovelier light than tongue can tellL
Its presence stands array'dU2
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Its soul remembers yetO2
Those sunless hours that passed it byK
And still it hears the night's disconsolate cryK
And feels the branches wringing wetO2
Cast on its brow that may not once forgetO2
Dumb tears from the blind skyK
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But oh when now her footV2
Draws near for whose sake night and dayV
Were long in weary longing sighed awayV
The hour of Love 'mid airs grown muteW2
Shall sing beside the door and Love's own luteW2
Thrill to the passionate layV
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Thou know'st for Love has toldQ2
Within thine ear O stream how soonX2
That song shall lift its sweet appointed tuneX2
O tell me for my lips are coldQ2
And in my veins the blood is waxing oldQ2
Even while I beg the boonX2
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So in that hour of sighsU
Assuaged shall we beside this stoneG
Yield thanks for grace while in thy mirror shownG
The twofold image softly liesU
Until we kiss and each in other's eyesU
Is imaged all aloneG
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Still silent Can no artE2
Of Love's then move thy pity NayV
To thee let nothing come that owns his swayV
Let happy lovers have no partE2
With thee nor even so sad and poor a heartE2
As thou hast spurned to dayV
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To day Lo night is hereA
The glen grows heavy with some veilN2
Risen from the earth or fall'n to make earth paleN2
And all stands hushed to eye and earA
Until the night wind shake the shade like fearH
And every covert quailN2
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Ah by another waveX
On other airs the hour must comeY2
Which to thy heart my love shall call me homeZ2
Between the lips of the low caveX
Against that night the lapping waters laveX
AndA3

Dante Gabriel Rossetti



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