True Woman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDBBDDB EFEFFE G GHIJJIIK LMMLLL N BOOBBOOB DPQDLLI Herself | A |
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To be a sweetness more desired than Spring | B |
A bodily beauty more acceptable | C |
Than the wild rose tree's arch that crowns the fell | D |
To be an essence more environing | B |
Than wine's drained juice a music ravishing | B |
More than the passionate pulse of Philomel | D |
To be all this 'neath one soft bosom's swell | D |
That is the flower of life how strange a thing | B |
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How strange a thing to be what Man can know | E |
But as a sacred secret Heaven's own screen | F |
Hides her soul's purest depth and loveliest glow | E |
Closely withheld as all things most unseen | F |
The wave bowered pearl the heart shaped seal of green | F |
That flecks the snowdrop underneath the snow | E |
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II Her Love | G |
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She loves him for her infinite soul is Love | G |
And he her lodestar Passion in her is | H |
A glass facing his fire where the bright bliss | I |
Is mirrored and the heat returned Yet move | J |
That glass a stranger's amorous flame to prove | J |
And it shall turn by instant contraries | I |
Ice to the moon while her pure fire to his | I |
For whom it burns clings close i' the heart's alcove | K |
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Lo they are one With wifely breast to breast | L |
And circling arms she welcomes all command | M |
Of love her soul to answering ardours fann'd | M |
Yet as morn springs or twilight sinks to rest | L |
Ah who shall say she deems not loveliest | L |
The hour of sisterly sweet hand in hand | L |
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III Her Heaven | N |
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If to grow old in Heaven is to grow young | B |
As the Seer saw and said then blest were he | O |
With youth forevermore whose heaven should be | O |
True Woman she whom these weak notes have sung | B |
Here and hereafter choir strains of her tongue | B |
Sky spaces of her eyes sweet signs that flee | O |
About her soul's immediate sanctuary | O |
Were Paradise all uttermost worlds among | B |
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The sunrise blooms and withers on the hill | D |
Like any hillflower and the noblest troth | P |
Dies here to dust Yet shall Heaven's promise clothe | Q |
Even yet those lovers who have cherished still | D |
This test for love in every kiss sealed fast | L |
To feel the first kiss and forebode the last | L |
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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