Maurine: Part 02 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDDEEFGFHHGIIJK JLMMCCNNOPPO DDAA QQRRSTSUUTVVWX YZA2ZB2M MC2D2W AWAE2IUF2WWBBQWIIXWW WWWW WG2G2H2H2WWWWWWWI2I2 WW J2J2CC WWUWUWWWWK2L2JJL2K2W PWPM2N2WWWCCW CWCW O2O2WWWWWWWWO2O2WWCW CWP2JWJP2W BI2I2BWWTTTTWW TTQ2Q2TTWWWO2O2WWWWW WNNWW TWWWWTR2R2 CCTWWAAT BWBWQQW TWWWWTS2S2T2T2BU2BU2 O2O2 V2V2WWWTTWQ2Q2CCWWWW WH2H2QQW2 WTWTIIWW AU2U2ATTWW| To little birds that never tire of humming | A |
| About the garden in the summer weather | B |
| Aunt Ruth compared us after Helen's coming | A |
| As we two roamed or sat and talked together | B |
| Twelve months apart we had so much to say | C |
| Of school days gone and time since passed away | C |
| Of that old friend and this of what we'd done | D |
| Of how our separate paths in life had run | D |
| Of what we would do in the coming years | E |
| Of plans and castles hopes and dreams and fears | E |
| All these and more as soon as we found speech | F |
| We touched upon and skimmed from this to that | G |
| But at the first each only gazed on each | F |
| And dumb with joy that did not need a voice | H |
| Like lesser joys to say Lo I rejoice | H |
| With smiling eyes and clasping hands we sat | G |
| Wrapped in that peace felt but with those dear | I |
| Contented just to know each other near | I |
| But when this silent eloquence gave place | J |
| To words 'twas like the rising of a flood | K |
| Above a dam We sat there face to face | J |
| And let our talk glide on where'er it would | L |
| Speech never halting in its speed or zest | M |
| Save when our rippling laughter let it rest | M |
| Just as a stream will sometimes pause and play | C |
| About a bubbling spring then dash away | C |
| No wonder then the third day's sun was nigh | N |
| Up to the zenith when my friend and I | N |
| Opened our eyes from slumber long and deep | O |
| Nature demanding recompense for hours | P |
| Spent in the portico among the flowers | P |
| Halves of two nights we should have spent in sleep | O |
| - | |
| So this third day we breakfasted at one | D |
| Then walked about the garden in the sun | D |
| Hearing the thrushes and the robins sing | A |
| And looking to see what buds were opening | A |
| - | |
| The clock chimed three and we yet strayed at will | Q |
| About the yard in morning dishabille | Q |
| When Aunt Ruth came with apron o'er her head | R |
| Holding a letter in her hand and said | R |
| Here is a note from Vivian I opine | S |
| At least his servant brought it And now girls | T |
| You may think this is no concern of mine | S |
| But in my day young ladies did not go | U |
| Till almost bed time roaming to and fro | U |
| In morning wrappers and with tangled curls | T |
| The very pictures of forlorn distress | V |
| 'Tis three o'clock and time for you to dress | V |
| Come read your note and hurry in Maurine | W |
| And make yourself fit object to be seen | X |
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| Helen was bending o'er an almond bush | Y |
| And ere she looked up I had read the note | Z |
| And calmed my heart that bounding sent a flush | A2 |
| To brow and cheek at sight of aught HE wrote | Z |
| Ma Belle Maurine so Vivian's billet ran | B2 |
| Is it not time I saw your cherished guest | M |
| 'Pity the sorrows of a poor young man ' | - |
| Banished from all that makes existence blest | M |
| I'm dying to see your friend and I will come | C2 |
| And pay respects hoping you'll be at home | D2 |
| To night at eight Expectantly V D | W |
| - | |
| Inside my belt I slipped the billet saying | A |
| Helen go make yourself most fair to see | W |
| Quick hurry now no time for more delaying | A |
| In just five hours a caller will be here | E2 |
| And you must look your prettiest my dear | I |
| Begin your toilet right away I know | U |
| How long it takes you to arrange each bow | F2 |
| To twist each curl and loop your skirts aright | W |
| And you must prove you are au fait to night | W |
| And make a perfect toilet for our caller | B |
| Is man and critic poet artist scholar | B |
| And views with eyes of all | Q |
| Oh oh Maurine | W |
| Cried Helen with a well feigned look of fear | I |
| You've frightened me so I shall not appear | I |
| I'll hide away refusing to be seen | X |
| By such an ogre Woe is me bereft | W |
| Of all my friends my peaceful home I've left | W |
| And strayed away into the dreadful wood | W |
| To meet the fate of poor Red Riding Hood | W |
| No Maurine no you've given me such a fright | W |
| I'll not go near your ugly wolf to night | W |
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| Meantime we'd left the garden and I stood | W |
| In Helen's room where she had thrown herself | G2 |
| Upon a couch and lay a winsome elf | G2 |
| Pouting and smiling cheek upon her arm | H2 |
| Not in the least a portrait of alarm | H2 |
| Now sweet I coaxed and knelt by her be good | W |
| Go curl your hair and please your own Maurine | W |
| By putting on that lovely grenadine | W |
| Not wolf nor ogre neither Caliban | W |
| Nor Mephistopheles you'll meet to night | W |
| But what the ladies call 'a nice young man' | W |
| Yet one worth knowing strong with health and might | W |
| Of perfect manhood gifted noble wise | I2 |
| Moving among his kind with loving eyes | I2 |
| And helpful hand progressive brave refined | W |
| After the image of his Maker's mind | W |
| - | |
| Now now Maurine cried Helen I believe | J2 |
| It is your lover coming here this eve | J2 |
| Why have you never written of him pray | C |
| Is the day set and when Say Maurine say | C |
| - | |
| Had I betrayed by some too fervent word | W |
| The secret love that all my being stirred | W |
| My lover Ay My heart proclaimed him so | U |
| But first HIS lips must win the sweet confession | W |
| Ere even Helen be allowed to know | U |
| I must straightway erase the slight impression | W |
| Made by the words just uttered | W |
| Foolish child | W |
| I gaily cried your fancy's straying wild | W |
| Just let a girl of eighteen hear the name | K2 |
| Of maid and youth uttered about one time | L2 |
| And off her fancy goes at break neck pace | J |
| Defying circumstances reason space | J |
| And straightway builds romances so sublime | L2 |
| They put all Shakespeare's dramas to the shame | K2 |
| This Vivian Dangerfield is neighbour friend | W |
| And kind companion bringing books and flowers | P |
| And by his thoughtful actions without end | W |
| Helping me pass some otherwise long hours | P |
| But he has never breathed a word of love | M2 |
| If you still doubt me listen while I prove | N2 |
| My statement by the letter that he wrote | W |
| 'Dying to meet my friend ' she could not see | W |
| The dash between that meant so much to me | W |
| 'Will come this eve at eight and hopes we may | C |
| Be in to greet him ' Now I think you'll say | C |
| 'Tis not much like a lover's tender note | W |
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| We laugh we jest not meaning what we say | C |
| We hide our thoughts by light words lightly spoken | W |
| And pass on heedless till we find one day | C |
| They've bruised our hearts or left some other broken | W |
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| I sought my room and trilling some blithe air | O2 |
| Opened my wardrobe wondering what to wear | O2 |
| Momentous question femininely human | W |
| More than all others vexing mind of woman | W |
| Since that sad day when in her discontent | W |
| To search for leaves our fair first mother went | W |
| All undecided what I should put on | W |
| At length I made selection of a lawn | W |
| White with a tiny pink vine overrun | W |
| My simplest robe but Vivian's favourite one | W |
| And placing a single flowret in my hair | O2 |
| I crossed the hall to Helen's chamber where | O2 |
| I found her with her fair locks all let down | W |
| Brushing the kinks out with a pretty frown | W |
| 'Twas like a picture or a pleasing play | C |
| To watch her make her toilet She would stand | W |
| And turn her head first this and then that way | C |
| Trying effect of ribbon bow or band | W |
| Then she would pick up something else and curve | P2 |
| Her lovely neck with cunning bird like grace | J |
| And watch the mirror while she put it on | W |
| With such a sweetly grave and thoughtful face | J |
| And then to view it all would sway and swerve | P2 |
| Her lithe young body like a graceful swan | W |
| - | |
| Helen was over medium height and slender | B |
| Even to frailty Her great wistful eyes | I2 |
| Were like the deep blue of autumnal skies | I2 |
| And through them looked her soul large loving tender | B |
| Her long light hair was lustreless except | W |
| Upon the ends where burnished sunbeams slept | W |
| And on the earlocks and she looped the curls | T |
| Back with a shell comb studded thick with pearls | T |
| Costly yet simple Her pale loveliness | T |
| That night was heightened by her rich black dress | T |
| That trailed behind her leaving half in sight | W |
| Her taper arms and shoulders marble white | W |
| - | |
| I was not tall as Helen and my face | T |
| Was shaped and coloured like my grandsire's race | T |
| For through his veins my own received the warm | Q2 |
| Red blood of Southern France which curved my form | Q2 |
| And glowed upon my cheek in crimson dyes | T |
| And bronzed my hair and darkled in my eyes | T |
| And as the morning trails the skirts of night | W |
| And dusky night puts on the garb of morn | W |
| And walk together when the day is born | W |
| So we two glided down the hall and stair | O2 |
| Arm clasping arm into the parlour where | O2 |
| Sat Vivian bathed in sunset's gorgeous light | W |
| He rose to greet us Oh his form was grand | W |
| And he possessed that power strange occult | W |
| Called magnetism lacking better word | W |
| Which moves the world achieving great result | W |
| Where genius fails completely Touch his hand | W |
| It thrilled through all your being meet his eye | N |
| And you were moved yet knew not how or why | N |
| Let him but rise you felt the air was stirred | W |
| By an electric current | W |
| - | |
| This strange force | T |
| Is mightier than genius Rightly used | W |
| It leads to grand achievements all things yield | W |
| Before its mystic presence and its field | W |
| Is broad as earth and heaven But abused | W |
| It sweeps like a poison simoon on its course | T |
| Bearing miasma in its scorching breath | R2 |
| And leaving all it touches struck with death | R2 |
| - | |
| Far reaching science shall yet tear away | C |
| The mystic garb that hides it from the day | C |
| And drag it forth and bind it with its laws | T |
| And make it serve the purposes of men | W |
| Guided by common sense and reason Then | W |
| We'll hear no more of seance table rapping | A |
| And all that trash o'er which the world is gaping | A |
| Lost in effect while science seeks the cause | T |
| - | |
| Vivian was not conscious of his power | B |
| Or if he was knew not its full extent | W |
| He knew his glance would make a wild beast cower | B |
| And yet he knew not that his large eyes sent | W |
| Into the heart of woman the same thrill | Q |
| That made the lion servant of his will | Q |
| And even strong men felt it | W |
| - | |
| He arose | T |
| Reached forth his hand and in it clasped my own | W |
| While I held Helen's and he spoke some word | W |
| Of pleasant greeting in his low round tone | W |
| Unlike all other voices I have heard | W |
| Just as the white cloud at the sunrise glows | T |
| With roseate colours so the pallid hue | S2 |
| Of Helen's cheek like tinted sea shells grew | S2 |
| Through mine his hand caused hers to tremble such | T2 |
| Was the all mast'ring magic of his touch | T2 |
| Then we sat down and talked about the weather | B |
| The neighbourhood some author's last new book | U2 |
| But when I could I left the two together | B |
| To make acquaintance saying I must look | U2 |
| After the chickens my especial care | O2 |
| And ran away and left them laughing there | O2 |
| - | |
| Knee deep through clover to the poplar grove | V2 |
| I waded where my pets were wont to rove | V2 |
| And there I found the foolish mother hen | W |
| Brooding her chickens underneath a tree | W |
| An easy prey for foxes Chick a dee | W |
| Quoth I while reaching for the downy things | T |
| That chirping peeped from out the mother wings | T |
| How very human is your folly When | W |
| There waits a haven pleasant bright and warm | Q2 |
| And one to lead you thither from the storm | Q2 |
| And lurking dangers yet you turn away | C |
| And thinking to be your own protector stray | C |
| Into the open jaws of death for see | W |
| An owl is sitting in this very tree | W |
| You thought safe shelter Go now to your pen | W |
| And followed by the clucking clamorous hen | W |
| So like the human mother here again | W |
| Moaning because a strong protecting arm | H2 |
| Would shield her little ones from cold and harm | H2 |
| I carried back my garden hat brimful | Q |
| Of chirping chickens like white balls of wool | Q |
| And snugly housed them | W2 |
| - | |
| And just then I heard | W |
| A sound like gentle winds among the trees | T |
| Or pleasant waters in the summer stirred | W |
| And set in motion by a passing breeze | T |
| 'Twas Helen singing and as I drew near | I |
| Another voice a tenor full and clear | I |
| Mingled with hers as murmuring streams unite | W |
| And flow on stronger in their wedded might | W |
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| It was a way of Helen's not to sing | A |
| The songs that other people sang She took | U2 |
| Sometimes an extract from an ancient book | U2 |
| Again some floating fragmentary thing | A |
| And such she fitted to old melodies | T |
| Or else composed the music One of these | T |
| She sang that night and Vivian caught the strain | W |
| And joined her in the chorus or refrain | W |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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