Botticelli's Madonna In The Louvre Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACCA DEDEF

WHAT strange presentiment O Mother liesA
On thy waste brow and sadly folded lipsB
Forefeeling the Light's terrible eclipseB
On Calvary as if love made thee wiseA
And thou couldst read in those dear infant eyesA
The sorrow that beneath their smiling sleepsC
And guess what bitter tears a mother weepsC
When the cross darkens her unclouded skiesA
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Sad Lady if some mother passing theeD
Should feel a throb of thy foreboding painE
And think 'My child at home clings so to meD
With the same smile and yet in vain in vainE
Since even this Jesus died on Calvary'F
Say to her then 'He also rose again '-

Edith Wharton



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