Widow La Rue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGB HIAJKLLHLMNJLJ FBLMOBLPLQRL A SGTHUVWXYZA2B2LC2ND2 LFHJHE2F2G2H2FLI2J2F A JLFMLSK2L2M2UN2 D2FLO2LP2FMH2Q2R2R2 WHBI2S2H2LLLBT2HNU2B LLTBLZV2W2FR2B ALLFTX2Y2LCH2GMXLZ2 X2 A3B3HFHSHC3OBD3HFFF C3LFLHLLI2E3F3HF3E3G 3H3I3H3D2 X2 F3F3J3BLFK3LF3L FLLF3K3HLXF3K3BLM BL3BAFFFF3FBX2F3C2HF 3LFLFF3OBLPLF3RF3F3M M3X2BWX2F3F3F3F3F3F3 A B3F3XLBBE3B A LMOO BAF3AI | A |
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What will happen Widow La Rue | B |
For last night at three o'clock | C |
You woke and saw by your window again | D |
Amid the shadowy locust grove | E |
The phantom of the old soldier | F |
A shadow of blue like mercury light | G |
What will happen Widow La Rue | B |
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What may not happen | H |
In this place of summer loneliness | I |
For neither the sunlight of July | A |
Nor the blue of the lake | J |
Nor the green boundaries of cool woodlands | K |
Nor the song of larks and thrushes | L |
Nor the bravuras of bobolinks | L |
Nor scents of hay new mown | H |
Nor the ox blood sumach cones | L |
Nor the snow of nodding yarrow | M |
Nor clover blossoms on the dizzy crest | N |
Of the bluff by the lake | J |
Can take away the loneliness | L |
Of this July by the lake | J |
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Last night you saw the old soldier | F |
By your window Widow La Rue | B |
Or was it your husband you saw | L |
As he lay by the gate so long ago | M |
With the iris of his eyes so black | O |
And the white of his eyes so china blue | B |
And specks of blood on his face | L |
Like a wall specked by a shake a brush | P |
And something like blubber or pinkish wax | L |
Hiding the gash in his throat | Q |
The serum and blood blown up by the breath | R |
From emptied lungs | L |
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II | A |
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So Widow La Rue has gone to a friend | S |
For the afternoon and the night | G |
Where the phantom will not come | T |
Where the phantom may be forgotten | H |
And scarcely has she turned the road | U |
Round the water mill by the creek | V |
When the telephone rings and daughter Flora | W |
Springs up from a drowsy chair | X |
And the ennui of a book | Y |
And runs to answer the call | Z |
And her heart gives a bound | A2 |
And her heart stops still | B2 |
As she hears the voice and a faintness courses | L |
Quick as poison through all her frame | C2 |
And something like bees swarming in her breast | N |
Comes to her throat in a surge of fear | D2 |
Rapture passion for what is the voice | L |
But the voice of her lover | F |
And just because she is here alone | H |
In this desolate summer house by the lake | J |
And just because this man is forbidden | H |
To cross her way for a taint in his blood | E2 |
Of drink from a father who died of drink | F2 |
And just because he is in her thought | G2 |
By night and day | H2 |
The voice of him heats her through like fire | F |
She sways from dizziness | L |
The telephone falls from her shaking hand | I2 |
He is in the village is walking out | J2 |
He will be at the door in an hour | F |
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III | A |
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The sun is half a hand above the lake | J |
In a sky of lemon dust down to the purple vastness | L |
On the dizzy crest of the bluff the balls of clover | F |
Bow in the warm wind blowing across a meadow | M |
Where hay cocks stand new piled by the harvesters | L |
Clear to the forest of pine and beech at the meadow's end | S |
A robin on the tip of a poplar's spire | K2 |
Sings to the sinking sun and the evening planet | L2 |
Over the olive green of the darkening forest | M2 |
A thin moon slits the sky and down the road | U |
Two lovers walk | N2 |
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It is night when they reappear | D2 |
From the forest walking the hay field over | F |
And the sky is so full of stars it seems | L |
Like a field of buckwheat And the lovers look up | O2 |
Then stand entranced under the silence of stars | L |
And in the silence of the scented hay field | P2 |
Blurred only by a lisp of the listless water | F |
A hundred feet below | M |
And at last they sit by a cock of hay | H2 |
As warm as the nest of a bird | Q2 |
Hand clasped in hand and silent | R2 |
Large eyed and silent | R2 |
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O daughter Flora | W |
Delicious weakness is on you now | H |
With your lover's face above you | B |
You can scarcely lift your hand | I2 |
Or turn your head | S2 |
Pillowed upon the fragrant hay | H2 |
You dare not open your moistened eyes | L |
For fear of this sky of stars | L |
For fear of your lover's eyes | L |
The trance of nature has taken you | B |
Rocked on creation's tide | T2 |
And the kinship you feel for this man | H |
Confessed this night so often confessed | N |
And wondered at | U2 |
Has coiled its final sorcery about you | B |
You do not know what it is | L |
Nor care what it is | L |
Nor care what fate is to come | T |
The night has you | B |
You only move white fainting hands | L |
Against his strength then let them fall | Z |
Your lips are parted over set teeth | V2 |
A dewy moisture with the aroma of a woman's body | W2 |
Maddens your lover | F |
And in a swift and terrible moment | R2 |
The mystery of love is unveiled to you | B |
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Then your lover sits up with a sigh | A |
But you lie there so still with closed eyes | L |
So content scarcely breathing under that ocean of stars | L |
A night bird calls and a vagrant zephyr | F |
Stirs your uncoiled hair on your bare bosom | T |
But you do not move | X2 |
And the sun comes up at last | Y2 |
Finding you asleep in his arms | L |
There by the hay cock | C |
And he kisses your tears away | H2 |
And redeems his word of last night | G |
For down to the village you go | M |
And take your vows before the Pastor there | X |
And then return to the summer house | L |
All is well | Z2 |
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IV | X2 |
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Widow La Rue has returned | A3 |
And is rocking on the porch | B3 |
What is about to happen | H |
For last night the phantom of the old soldier | F |
Appeared to her again | H |
It followed her to the house of her friend | S |
And appeared again | H |
But more than ever was it her husband | C3 |
With the iris of his eyes so black | O |
And the white of his eyes so china blue | B |
And while she thinks of it | D3 |
And wonders what is about to happen | H |
She hears laughter | F |
And looking up beholds her daughter | F |
And the forbidden lover | F |
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And then the daughter and her husband | C3 |
Come to the porch and the daughter says | L |
We have just been married in the village mother | F |
Will you forgive us | L |
This is your son you must kiss your son | H |
And Widow La Rue from her chair arises | L |
And calmly takes her child in her arms | L |
And clasps his hand | I2 |
And after gazing upon him | E3 |
Imperturbably as Clytemnestra looked | F3 |
Upon returning Agamemnon | H |
With a light in her eyes which neither fathomed | F3 |
She kissed him | E3 |
And in a calm voice blessed them | G3 |
Then sent her daughter singing | H3 |
On an errand back to the village | I3 |
To market for dinner saying | H3 |
We'll talk over plans my dear | D2 |
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V | X2 |
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And the young husband | F3 |
Rocks on the porch without a thought | F3 |
Of the lightning about to strike | J3 |
And like Clytemnestra Widow La Rue | B |
Enters the house | L |
And while he is rocking with all his spirit in a rythmic rapture | F |
The Widow La Rue takes a seat in the room | K3 |
By a window back of the chair where he rocks | L |
And drawing the shade | F3 |
She speaks | L |
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These two nights past I have seen the phantom of the old soldier | F |
Who haunts the midnights | L |
Of this summer loneliness | L |
And I knew that a doom was at hand | F3 |
You have married my daughter and this is the doom | K3 |
O God in heaven | H |
Then a horror as of a writhing whiteness | L |
Winds out of the July glare | X |
And stops the flow of his blood | F3 |
As he hears from the re echoing room | K3 |
The voice of Widow La Rue | B |
Moving darkly between banks | L |
Of delirious fear and woe | M |
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Be calm till you hear me through | B |
Do not move or enter here | L3 |
I am hiding my face from you | B |
Hear me through and then fly | A |
I warned her against you but how could I tell her | F |
Why you were not for her | F |
But tell me now have you come together | F |
No Thank God for that | F3 |
For you must not come together | F |
Now listen while I whisper to you | B |
My daughter was born of a lawless love | X2 |
For a man I loved before I married | F3 |
And when for five years no child came | C2 |
I went to this man | H |
And begged him to give me a child | F3 |
Well then the child was born your wife as it seems | L |
And when my husband saw her | F |
And saw the likeness of this man in her face | L |
He went out of the house where they found him later | F |
By the entrance gate | F3 |
With the iris of his eyes so black | O |
And the white of his eyes so china blue | B |
And specks of blood on his face | L |
Like a wall specked by a shake of a brush | P |
And something like blubber or pinkish wax | L |
Hiding the gash in his throat | F3 |
The serum and blood blown up by the breath | R |
From emptied lungs Yes there by the gate O God | F3 |
Quit rocking your chair Don't you understand | F3 |
Quit rocking your chair Go Go | M |
Leap from the bluff to the rocks on the shore | M3 |
Take down the sickle and end yourself | X2 |
You don't care you say for all I've told you | B |
Well then you see you're older than Flora | W |
And her father died when she was a baby | X2 |
And you were four when your father died | F3 |
And her father died on the very day | F3 |
That your father died | F3 |
At the verv same moment | F3 |
On the very same bed | F3 |
Don't you understand | F3 |
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VI | A |
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He ceases to rock He reels from the porch | B3 |
He runs and stumbles to reach the road | F3 |
He yells and curses and tears his hair | X |
He staggers and falls and rises and runs | L |
And Widow La Rue | B |
With the eyes of Clytemnestra | B |
Stands at the window and watches him | E3 |
Running and tearing his hair | B |
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VII | A |
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She seems so calm when the daughter returns | L |
She only says He has gone to the meadow | M |
He will soon be back | O |
But he never came back | O |
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And the years went on till the daughter's hair | B |
Was white as her mother's there in the grave | A |
She was known as the bride whom the bridegroom left | F3 |
And didn't say good bye | A |
Edgar Lee Masters
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