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Puella Mea Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Harun Omar and Master Hafiz	A
keep your dead beautiful ladies	A
Mine is a little lovelier	B
than any of your ladies were	B
	-
In her perfectest array	B
my lady moving in the day	B
is a little stranger thing	C
than crisp Sheba with her king	C
in the morning wandering	C
Through the young and awkward hours	A
my lady perfectly moving	C
through the new world scarce astir	B
my fragile lady wandering	C
in whose perishable poise	A
is the mystery of Spring	C
with her beauty more than snow	D
dexterous and fugitive	E
my very frail lady drifting	C
distinctly moving like a myth	F
in the uncertain morning with	G
April feet like sudden flowers	A
and all her body filled with May	B
moving in the unskilful day	B
my lady utterly alive	H
to me is a more curious thing	C
a thing more nimble and complete	I
than ever to Judea's king	C
were the shapely sharp cunning	C
and withal delirious feet	I
of the Princess Salom	B
carefully dancing in the noise	A
of Herod's silence long ago	D
	-
If she a little turn her head	J
I know that I am wholly dead	J
nor ever did on such a throat	K
the lips of Tristram slowly dote	K
La beale Isoud whose leman was	A
And if my lady look at me	B
with her eyes which like two elves	A
incredibly amuse themselves	A
with a look of faerie	B
perhaps a little suddenly	B
as sometimes the improbable	L
beauty of my lady will	M
at her glance my spirit shies	A
rearing as in the miracle	L
of a lady who had eyes	A
which the king's horses might not kill	M
But should my lady smile it were	B
a flower of so pure surprise	A
it were so very new a flower	B
a flower so frail a flower so glad	N
as trembling used to yield with dew	O
when the world was young and new	O
a flower such as the world had	N
in springtime when the world was mad	N
and Launcelot spoke to Guenever	B
a flower which most heavy hung	P
with silence when the world was young	P
and Diarmid looked in Grania's eyes	A
But should my lady's beauty play	B
at not speaking sometimes as	A
it will the silence of her face	A
doth immediately make	Q
in my heart so great a noise	A
as in the sharp and thirsty blood	R
of Paris would not all the Troys	A
of Helen's beauty never did	S
Lord Jason in impossible things	A
victorious impossibly	B
so wholly burn to undertake	Q
	-
Medea's rescuing eyes nor he	B
when swooned the white egyptian day	B
who with Egypt's body lay	B
	-
Lovely as those ladies were	B
mine is a little lovelier	B
	-
And if she speak in her frail way	B
it is wholly to bewitch	T
my smallest thought with a most swift	U
radiance wherein slowly drift	U
murmurous things divinely bright	V
it is foolingly to smite	V
my spirit with the lithe free twitch	T
of scintillant space with the cool writhe	F
of gloom truly which syncopate	V
some sunbeam's skilful fingerings	A
it is utterly to lull	L
with foliate inscrutable	L
sweetness my soul obedient	V
it is to stroke my being with	G
numbing forests frolicsome	B
fleetly mystical aroam	B
with keen creatures of idiom	B
beings alert and innocent	V
very deftly upon which	T
indolent miracles impinge	W
it is distinctly to confute	V
my reason with the deep caress	A
of every most shy thing and mute	V
it is to quell me with the twinge	W
of all living intense things	A
Never my soul so fortunate	V
is past the luck of all dead men	X
and loving as invisibly when	X
upon her palpable solitude	V
a furtive occult fragrance steals	A
a gesture of immaculate	V
perfume whereby with fear aglow	D
	-
my soul is wont wholly to know	D
the poignant instantaneous fern	Y
whose scrupulous enchanted fronds	A
toward all things intrinsic yearn	Y
the immanent subliminal	L
fern of her delicious voice	A
of her voice which always dwells	A
beside the vivid magical	L
impetuous and utter ponds	A
of dream and very secret food	V
its leaves inimitable find	V
beyond the white authentic springs	A
beyond the sweet instinctive wells	A
which make to flourish the minute	V
spontaneous meadow of her mind	V
the vocal fern alway which feels	A
the keen ecstatic actual tread	V
and thereto perfectly responds	A
of all things exquisite and dead	V
all living things and beautiful	L
	-
Caliph and king their ladies had	V
to love them and to make them glad	V
when the world was young and mad	V
in the city of Bagdad	V
mine is a little lovelier	B
than any of their ladies were	B
	-
Her body is most beauteous	A
being for all things amorous	A
fashioned very curiously	B
of roses and of ivory	B
The immaculate crisp head	V
is such as only certain dead	V
and careful painters love to use	A
for their youngest angels whose	A
praising bodies in a row	B
between slow glories fleetly go	B
Upon a keen and lovely throat	V
	-
the strangeness of her face doth float	V
which in eyes and lips consists	A
alway upon the mouth there trysts	A
curvingly a fragile smile	Z
which like a flower lieth while	Z
within the eyes is dimly heard	V
a wistful and precarious bird	V
Springing from fragrant shoulders small	A2
ardent and perfectly withal	A2
smooth to stroke and sweet to see	A
as a supple and young tree	A
her slim lascivious arms alight	V
in skilful wrists which hint at flight	V
my lady's very singular	B
and slenderest hands moreover are	B
which as lilies smile and quail	A2
of all things perfect the most frail	A2
	-
Whoso rideth in the tale	A2
of Chaucer knoweth many a pair	B
of companions blithe and fair	B
who to walk with Master Gower	B
in Confessio doth prefer	B
shall not lack for beauty there	B
nor he that will amaying go	B
with my lord Boccaccio	A
whoso knocketh at the door	B
of Marie and of Maleore	B
findeth of ladies goodly store	B
whose beauty did in nothing err	B
If to me there shall appear	B
than a rose more sweetly known	B2
more silently than a flower	B
my lady naked in her hair	B
I for those ladies nothing care	B
nor any lady dead and gone	C2
	-
When the world was like a song	D2
heard behind a golden door	B
	-
poet and sage and caliph had	V
to love them and to make them glad	V
ladies with lithe eyes and long	D2
when the world was like a flower	B
Omar Hafiz and Harun	C2
loved their ladies in the moon	C2
fashioned very curiously	A
of roses and ivory	A
if naked she appear to me	A
my flesh is an enchanted tree	A
with her lips' most frail parting	C
my body hears the cry of Spring	C
and with their frailest syllable	A2
its leaves go crisp with miracle	A2
	-
Love maker of my lady	A
in that alway beyond this	A
poem or any poem she	A
of whose body words are afraid	V
perfectly beautiful is	A
forgive these words which I have made	V
And never boast your dead beauties	A
you greatest lovers in the world	V
never boast your beauties dead	V
who with Grania strangely fled	V
who with Egypt went to bed	V
whom white thighed Semiramis	A
put up her mouth to wholly kiss	A
never boast your dead beauties	A
mine being unto me sweeter	B
of whose why delicious glance	A
things which never more shall be	A
perfect things of faerie	B
are intense inhabitants	A
in whose warm superlative	E
body do distinctly live	H
all sweet cities passed away	B
in her flesh at break of day	B
are the smells of Nineveh	E2
	-
in her eyes when day is gone	C2
are the cries of Babylon	C2
Diarmid Paris and Solomon	C2
Omar Harun and Master Hafiz	A
to me your ladies are all one	C2
keep your dead beautiful ladies	A
	-
Eater of all things lovely Time	B
upon whose watering lips the world	V
poises a moment futile proud	V
a costly morsel of sweet tears	A
gesticulates and disappears	A
of all dainties which do crowd	V
gaily upon oblivion	C2
sweeter than any there is one	C2
to touch it is the fear of rhyme	B
in life's very fragile hour	B
when the world was like a tale	A2
made of laughter and of dew	V
was a flight a flower a flame	B
was a tendril fleetly curled	V
upon frailness used to stroll	A2
very slowly one or two	V
ladies like flowers made	V
softly used to wholly move	F2
slender ladies made of dream	B
in the lazy world and new	V
sweetly used to laugh and love	G2
ladies with crisp eyes and frail	A2
in the city of Bagdad	V
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Keep your dead beautiful ladies	A
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz	A