Orpheus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE F GGHHIIJJIIKK LMLMJJIIKKII NNOOIIPPIIQQ RRSSTTPP EEUUVW XXIINNYYZA2NNIIJJB2B 2C2D2 IIZA2E2E2 PPIIZA2F2F2BG2II H2I2LLJ2J2PPIISSXXGG WWK2K2PPL2L2 K2K2M2M2TTK2K2IIK2K2 S C2D2N2N2 EEK2K2II| Love will make men dare to die for their beloved Of this | A |
| Alcestis is a monument for she was willing to lay down her | B |
| life for her husband and so noble did this appear to the gods | C |
| that they granted her the privilege of returning to earth but | D |
| Orpheus the son of OEagrus they sent empty away | E |
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| Plato The Symposium | F |
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| Orpheus the Harper coming to the gate | G |
| Where the implacable dim warder sate | G |
| Besought for parley with a shade within | H |
| Dearer to him than life itself had been | H |
| Sweeter than sunlight on Illyrian sea | I |
| Or bloom of myrtle or murmur of laden bee | I |
| Whom lately from his unconsenting breast | J |
| The Fates at some capricious blind behest | J |
| Intolerably had reft Eurydice | I |
| Dear to the sunlight as Illyrian sea | I |
| Sweet as the murmur of bees or myrtle bloom | K |
| And uncompanioned led her to the tomb | K |
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| There solitary by the Stygian tide | L |
| Strayed her dear feet the shadow of his own | M |
| Since 'mid the desolate millions who have died | L |
| Each phantom walks its crowded path alone | M |
| And there her head that slept upon his breast | J |
| No more had such sweet harbour for its rest | J |
| Nor her swift ear from those disvoiced throats | I |
| Could catch one echo of his living notes | I |
| And dreaming nightly of her pallid doom | K |
| No solace had he of his own young bloom | K |
| But yearned to pour his blood into her veins | I |
| And buy her back with unimagined pains | I |
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| To whom the Shepherd of the Shadows said | N |
| Yea many thus would bargain for their dead | N |
| But when they hear my fatal gateway clang | O |
| Life quivers in them with a last sweet pang | O |
| They see the smoke of home above the trees | I |
| The cordage whistles on the harbour breeze | I |
| The beaten path that wanders to the shore | P |
| Grows dear because they shall not tread it more | P |
| The dog that drowsing on their threshold lies | I |
| Looks at them with their childhood in his eyes | I |
| And in the sunset's melancholy fall | Q |
| They read a sunrise that shall give them all | Q |
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| Not thus am I the Harper smiled his scorn | R |
| I see no path but those her feet have worn | R |
| My roof tree is the shadow of her hair | S |
| And the light breaking through her long despair | S |
| The only sunrise that mine eyelids crave | T |
| For doubly dead without me in the grave | T |
| Is she who if my feet had gone before | P |
| Had found life dark as death's abhorred shore | P |
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| The gate clanged on him and he went his way | E |
| Amid the alien millions mute and grey | E |
| Swept like a cold mist down an unlit strand | U |
| Where nameless wreckage gluts the stealthy sand | U |
| Drift of the cockle shells of hope and faith | V |
| Wherein they foundered on the rock of death | W |
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| So came he to the image that he sought | X |
| Less living than her semblance in his thought | X |
| Who at the summons of his thrilling notes | I |
| Drew back to life as a drowned creature floats | I |
| Back to the surface yet no less is dead | N |
| And cold fear smote him till she spoke and said | N |
| Art thou then come to lay thy lips on mine | Y |
| And pour thy life's libation out like wine | Y |
| Shall I through thee revisit earth again | Z |
| Traverse the shining sea the fruitful plain | A2 |
| Behold the house we dwelt in lay my head | N |
| Upon the happy pillows of our bed | N |
| And feel in dreams the pressure of thine arms | I |
| Kindle these pulses that no memory warms | I |
| Nay give me for a space upon thy breast | J |
| Death's shadowy substitute for rapture rest | J |
| Then join again the joyous living throng | B2 |
| And give me life but give it in thy song | B2 |
| For only they that die themselves may give | C2 |
| Life to the dead and I would have thee live | D2 |
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| Fear seized him closer than her arms but he | I |
| Answered Not so for thou shalt come with me | I |
| I sought thee not that we should part again | Z |
| But that fresh joy should bud from the old pain | A2 |
| And the gods if grudgingly their gifts they make | E2 |
| Yield all to them that without asking take | E2 |
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| The gods she said so runs life's ancient lore | P |
| Yield all man takes but always claim their score | P |
| The iron wings of the Eumenides | I |
| When heard far off seem but a summer breeze | I |
| But me thou'lt have alive on earth again | Z |
| Only by paying here my meed of pain | A2 |
| Then lay on my cold lips the tender ghost | F2 |
| Of the dear kiss that used to warm them most | F2 |
| Take from my frozen hands thy hands of fire | B |
| And of my heart strings make thee a new lyre | G2 |
| That in thy music men may find my voice | I |
| And something of me still on earth rejoice | I |
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| Shuddering he heard her but with close flung arm | H2 |
| Swept her resisting through the ghostly swarm | I2 |
| Swift hide thee 'neath my cloak that we may glide | L |
| Past the dim warder as the gate swings wide | L |
| He whirled her with him lighter than a leaf | J2 |
| Unwittingly whirled onward by a brief | J2 |
| Autumnal eddy but when the fatal door | P |
| Suddenly yielded him to life once more | P |
| And issuing to the all consoling skies | I |
| He turned to seek the sunlight in her eyes | I |
| He clutched at emptiness she was not there | S |
| And the dim warder answered to his prayer | S |
| Only once have I seen the wonder wrought | X |
| But when Alcestis thus her master sought | X |
| Living she sought him not nor dreamed that fate | G |
| For any subterfuge would swing my gate | G |
| Loving she gave herself to livid death | W |
| Joyous she bought his respite with her breath | W |
| Came not embodied but a tenuous shade | K2 |
| In whom her rapture a great radiance made | K2 |
| For never saw I ghost upon this shore | P |
| Shine with such living ecstasy before | P |
| Nor heard an exile from the light above | L2 |
| Hail me with smiles Thou art not Death but Love | L2 |
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| But when the gods frustrated this beheld | K2 |
| How living still among the dead she dwelled | K2 |
| Because she lived in him whose life she won | M2 |
| And her blood beat in his beneath the sun | M2 |
| They reasoned 'When the bitter Stygian wave | T |
| The sweetness of love's kisses cannot lave | T |
| When the pale flood of Lethe washes not | K2 |
| From mortal mind one high immortal thought | K2 |
| Akin to us the earthly creature grows | I |
| Since nature suffers only what it knows | I |
| If she whom we to this grey desert banned | K2 |
| Still dreams she treads with him the sunlit land | K2 |
| That for his sake she left without a tear | S |
| Set wide the gates her being is not here ' | - |
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| So ruled the gods but thou that sought'st to give | C2 |
| Thy life for love yet for thyself wouldst live | D2 |
| They know not for their kin but back to earth | N2 |
| Give pitying one that is of mortal birth | N2 |
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| Humbled the Harper heard and turned away | E |
| Mounting alone to the empoverished day | E |
| Yet as he left the Stygian shades behind | K2 |
| He heard the cordage on the harbour wind | K2 |
| Saw the blue smoke above the homestead trees | I |
| And in his hidden heart was glad of these | I |
Edith Wharton
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