Maurine Part Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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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
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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
	-
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
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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
	-
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
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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 gayly 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 neighbor 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
	-
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
	-
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 favorite 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
'T was 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
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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 lusterless 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
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I was not tall as Helen and my face	T
Was shaped and colored 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 parlor 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 colors 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 neighborhood 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
'T was 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
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
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Song	X2
	-
O thou mine other stronger part	W
Whom yet I cannot hear or see	W
Come thou and take this loving heart	W
That longs to yield its all to thee	W
I call mine own Oh come to me	W
Love answer back I come to thee	W
I come to thee	W
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This hungry heart so warm so large	Y2
Is far too great a care for me	W
I have grown weary of the charge	Y2
I keep so sacredly for thee	W
Come thou and take my heart from me	W
Love answer back I come to thee	W
I come to thee	W
	-
I am aweary waiting here	E2
For one who tarries long from me	W
O art thou far or art thou near	I
And must I still be sad for thee	W
Or wilt thou straightway come to me	W
Love answer I am near to thee	W
I come to thee	W
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The melody so full of plaintive chords	T
Sobbed into silence echoing down the strings	T
Like voice of one who walks from us and sings	T
Vivian had leaned upon the instrument	W
The while they sang But as he spoke those words	T
Love I am near to thee I come to thee	W
He turned his grand head slowly round and bent	W
His lustrous soulful speaking gaze on me	W
And my young heart eager to own its king	A
Sent to my eyes a great glad trustful light	W
Of love and faith and hung upon my cheek	Z2
Hope's rose hued flag There was no need to speak	Z2
I crossed the room and knelt by Helen Sing	A
That song you sang a fragment of one night	W
Out on the porch beginning 'Praise me not '	-
I whispered and her sweet and plaintive tone	W
Rose low and tender as if she had caught	W
From some sad passing breeze and made her own	W
The echo of the wind harp's sighing strain	W
Or the soft music of the falling rain	W
	-
Song	X2
	-
O praise me not with your lips dear one	W
Though your tender words I prize	T
But dearer by far is the soulful gaze	T
Of your eyes your beautiful eyes	T
Your tender loving eyes	T
	-
O chide me not with your lips dear one	W
Though I cause your bosom sighs	T
You can make repentance deeper far	A3
By your sad reproving eyes	T
Your sorrowful troubled eyes	T
	-
Words at the best are but hollow sounds	T
Above in the beaming skies	T
The constant stars say never a word	W
But only smile with their eyes	T
Smile on with their lustrous eyes	T
	-
Then breathe no vow with your lips dear one	W
On the wing d wind speech flies	T
But I read the truth of your noble heart	W
In your soulful speaking eyes	T
In your deep and beautiful eyes	T
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The twilight darkened 'round us in the room	B3
While Helen sang and in the gathering gloom	B3
Vivian reached out and took my hand in his	T
And held it so while Helen made the air	O2
Languid with music Then a step drew near	I
And voice of Aunt Ruth broke the spell	Q
Dear dear	I
Why Maurie Helen children how is this	T
I hear you but you have no light in there	O2
Your room is dark as Egypt What a way	C
For folks to visit Maurie go I pray	C
And order lamps	T
And so there came a light	W
And all the sweet dreams hovering around	W
The twilight shadows flitted in affright	W
And e'en the music had a harsher sound	W
	-
In pleasant converse passed an hour away	C
And Vivian planned a picnic for next day	C
A drive the next and rambles without end	W
That he might help me entertain my friend	W
And then he rose bowed low and passed from sight	W
Like some great star that drops out from the night	W
And Helen watched him through the shadows go	U
And turned and said her voice subdued and low	U
How tall he is in all my life Maurine	W
A grander man I never yet have seen	W

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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