Snap-dragon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCD EFGFHH IJIJK HHLMLM NHNHN NOOPBPB BQRRSRT UHUVH WXWXUUU YUYUY HUHUUHUHU ZHZUHHUIIR UA2UA2B2B2 C2D2C2D2E2E2 F2G2F2G2H2H2UYUYYYI2 UI2UHH J2K2J2K2HH| She bade me follow to her garden where | A |
| The mellow sunlight stood as in a cup | B |
| Between the old grey walls I did not dare | A |
| To raise my face I did not dare look up | B |
| Lest her bright eyes like sparrows should fly in | C |
| My windows of discovery and shrill 'Sin ' | D |
| - | |
| So with a downcast mien and laughing voice | E |
| I followed followed the swing of her white dress | F |
| That rocked in a lilt along I watched the poise | G |
| Of her feet as they flew for a space then paused to press | F |
| The grass deep down with the royal burden of her | H |
| And gladly I'd offered my breast to the tread of her | H |
| - | |
| 'I like to see ' she said and she crouched her down | I |
| She sunk into my sight like a settling bird | J |
| And her bosom crouched in the confines of her gown | I |
| Like heavy birds at rest there softly stirred | J |
| By her measured breaths 'I like to see ' said she | K |
| 'The snap dragon put out his tongue at me ' | - |
| - | |
| She laughed she reached her hand out to the flower | H |
| Closing its crimson throat my own throat in her power | H |
| Strangled my heart swelled up so full | L |
| As if it would burst its wineskin in my throat | M |
| Choke me in my own crimson I watched her pull | L |
| The gorge of the gaping flower till the blood did float | M |
| - | |
| Over my eyes and I was blind | N |
| Her large brown hand stretched over | H |
| The windows of my mind | N |
| And in the dark I did discover | H |
| Things I was out to find | N |
| - | |
| My grail a brown bowl twined | N |
| With swollen veins that met in the wrist | O |
| Under whose brown the amethyst | O |
| I longed to taste and I longed to turn | P |
| My heart's red measure in her cup | B |
| I longed to feel my hot blood burn | P |
| With the lambent amethyst in her cup | B |
| - | |
| Then suddenly she looked up | B |
| And I was blind in a tawny gold day | Q |
| Till she took her eyes away So she came down from above | R |
| And emptied my heart of love | R |
| So I helf my heart aloft | S |
| To the cuckoo that fluttered above | R |
| And she settled soft | T |
| - | |
| It seemed that I and the morning world | U |
| Were pressed cup shape to take this reiver | H |
| Bird who was weary to have furled | U |
| Her wings on us | V |
| As we were weary to receive her | H |
| - | |
| This bird this rich | W |
| Sumptuous central grain | X |
| This mutable witch | W |
| This one refrain | X |
| This laugh in the fight | U |
| This clot of light | U |
| This core of night | U |
| - | |
| She spoke and I closed my eyes | Y |
| To shut hallucinations out | U |
| I echoed with surprise | Y |
| Hearing my mere lips shout | U |
| The answer they did devise | Y |
| - | |
| Again I saw a brown bird hover | H |
| Over the flowers at my feet | U |
| I felt a brown bird hover | H |
| Over my heart and sweet | U |
| Its shadow lay on my heart | U |
| I thought I saw on the clover | H |
| A brown bee pulling apart | U |
| The closed flesh of the clover | H |
| And burrowing into its heart | U |
| - | |
| She moved her hand and again | Z |
| I felt the brown bird hover | H |
| Over my heart and then | Z |
| The bird came down on my heart | U |
| As on a nest the rover | H |
| Cuckoo comes and shoves over | H |
| The brim each careful part | U |
| Of love takes possession and settles down | I |
| With her wings and her feathers does drown | I |
| The nest in a heat of love | R |
| - | |
| She turned her flushed face to me for the glint | U |
| Of a moment 'See ' she laughed 'if you also | A2 |
| Can make them yawn ' I put my hand to the dint | U |
| In the flower's throat and the flower gaped wide with woe | A2 |
| She watched she went of a sudden intensely still | B2 |
| She watched my hand and I let her watch her fill | B2 |
| - | |
| I pressed the wretched throttled flower between | C2 |
| My fingers till its head lay back its fangs | D2 |
| Poised at her like a weapon my hand stood white and keen | C2 |
| And I held the choked flower serpent in its pangs | D2 |
| Of mordant anguish till she ceased to laugh | E2 |
| Until her pride's flag smitten cleaved down to the staff | E2 |
| - | |
| She hid her face she murmured between her lips | F2 |
| The low word 'Don't ' I let the flower fall | G2 |
| But held my hand afloat still towards the slips | F2 |
| Of blossom she fingered and my crisp fingers all | G2 |
| Put forth to her she did not move nor I | H2 |
| For my hand like a snake watched hers that could not fly | H2 |
| Then I laughed in the dark of my heart I did exult | U |
| Like a sudden chuckling of music I bade her eyes | Y |
| Meet mine I opened her helpless eyes to consult | U |
| Their fear their shame their joy that underlies | Y |
| Defeat in such a battle in the dark of her eyes | Y |
| My heart was fierce to make her laughter rise | Y |
| Till her dark deeps shook with convulsive thrills and the dark | I2 |
| Of her spirit wavered like water thrilled with light | U |
| And my heart leaped up in longing to plunge its stark | I2 |
| Fervour within the pool of her twilight | U |
| Within her spacious gloom in the mystery | H |
| Of her barbarous soul to grope with ecstasy | H |
| - | |
| And I do not care though the large hands of revenge | J2 |
| Shall get my throat at last shall get it soon | K2 |
| If the joy that they are lifted to avenge | J2 |
| Have risen red on my night as a harvest moon | K2 |
| Which even Death can only put out for me | H |
| And death I know is beter than not to be | H |
David Herbert Lawrence
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