Maurine Part Vii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The months rolled by me noiselessly that taught | A |
My hand to grow more skillful in its art | B |
Strengthened my daring dream of fame and brought | A |
Sweet hope and resignation to my heart | B |
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Brief letters came from Helen now and then | C |
She was quite well oh yes quite well indeed | D |
But still so weak and nervous By and by | E |
When baby being older should not need | D |
Such constant care she would grow strong again | C |
She was as happy as a soul could be | F |
No least cloud hovered in her azure sky | E |
She had not thought life held such depths of bliss | G |
Dear baby sent Maurine a loving kiss | G |
And said she was a naughty naughty girl | H |
Not to come home and see ma's little pearl | H |
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No gift of costly jewels or of gold | I |
Had been so precious or so dear to me | F |
As each brief line wherein her joy was told | I |
It lightened toil and took the edge from pain | J |
Knowing my sacrifice was not in vain | J |
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Roy purchased fine estates in Scotland where | K |
He built a pretty villa like retreat | L |
And when the Roman Summer's languid heat | L |
Made work a punishment I turned my face | M |
Toward the Highlands and with Roy and Grace | M |
Found rest and freedom from all thought and care | K |
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I was a willing worker Not an hour | N |
Passed idly by me each I would employ | O |
To some good purpose ere it glided on | P |
To swell the tide of hours forever gone | Q |
My first completed picture known as Joy | O |
Won pleasant words of praise Possesses power | N |
Displays much talent Very fairly done | R |
So fell the comments on my grateful ear | S |
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Swift in the wake of Joy and always near | T |
Walks her sad sister Sorrow So my brush | U |
Began depicting sorrow heavy eyed | V |
With pallid visage ere the rosy flush | U |
Upon the beaming face of Joy had dried | V |
The careful study of long months it won | R |
Golden opinions even bringing forth | W |
That certain sign of merit a critique | X |
Which set both pieces down as daubs and weak | X |
As empty heads that sang their praises so | Y |
Proving conclusively the pictures' worth | Z |
These critics and reviewers do not use | A2 |
Their precious ammunition to abuse | A2 |
A worthless work That left alone they know | Y |
Will find its proper level and they aim | B2 |
Their batteries at rising works which claim | B2 |
Too much of public notice But this shot | C2 |
Resulted only in some noise which brought | A |
A dozen people where one came before | D2 |
To view my pictures and I had my hour | N |
Of holding those frail baubles Fame and Pow'r | E2 |
An English Baron who had lived two score | D2 |
Of his allotted three score years and ten | C |
Bought both the pieces He was very kind | F2 |
And so attentive I not being blind | F2 |
Must understand his meaning | G2 |
Therefore when | C |
He said | H2 |
Sweet friend whom I would make my wife | I2 |
The 'Joy' and 'Sorrow' this dear hand portrayed | J2 |
I have in my possession now resign | K2 |
Into my careful keeping and make mine | K2 |
The joy and sorrow of your future life | I2 |
I was prepared to answer but delayed | J2 |
Grown undecided suddenly | F |
My mind | F2 |
Argued the matter coolly pro and con | P |
And made resolve to speed his wooing on | P |
And grant him favor He was good and kind | F2 |
Not young no doubt he would be quite content | L2 |
With my respect nor miss an ardent love | M2 |
Could give me ties of family and home | N2 |
And then perhaps my mind was not above | M2 |
Setting some value on a titled name | B2 |
Ambitious woman's weakness | O2 |
Then my art | B |
Would be encouraged and pursued the same | B2 |
And I could spend my winters all in Rome | N2 |
Love never more could touch my wasteful heart | B |
That all its wealth upon one object spent | L2 |
Existence would be very bleak and cold | I |
After long years when I was gray and old | I |
With neither home nor children | R |
Once a wife | I2 |
I would forget the sorrow of my life | I2 |
And pile new sods upon the grave of pain | J |
My mind so argued and my sad heart heard | P2 |
But made no comment | L2 |
Then the Baron spoke | Q2 |
And waited for my answer All in vain | J |
I strove for strength to utter that one word | P2 |
My mind dictated Moments rolled away | R2 |
Until at last my torpid heart awoke | Q2 |
And forced my trembling lips to say him nay | R2 |
And then my eyes with sudden tears o'erran | R2 |
In pity for myself and for this man | R2 |
Who stood before me lost in pained surprise | S2 |
Dear friend I cried Dear generous friend forgive | T2 |
A troubled woman's weakness As I live | U2 |
In truth I meant to answer otherwise | S2 |
From out its store my heart can give you naught | A |
But honor and respect and yet methought | A |
I would give willing answer did you sue | V2 |
But now I know 'twere cruel wrong I planned | A |
Taking a heart that beat with love most true | V2 |
And giving in exchange an empty hand | A |
Who weds for love alone may not be wise | S2 |
Who weds without it angels must despise | S2 |
Love and respect together must combine | R2 |
To render marriage holy and divine | R2 |
And lack of either sure as Fate destroys | W2 |
Continuation of the nuptial joys | W2 |
And brings regret and gloomy discontent | A |
To put to rout each tender sentiment | A |
Nay nay I will not burden all your life | I2 |
By that possession an unloving wife | I2 |
Nor will I take the sin upon my soul | X2 |
Of wedding where my heart goes not in whole | X2 |
However bleak may be my single lot | A |
I will not stain my life with such a blot | A |
Dear friend farewell the earth is very wide | A |
It holds some fairer woman for your bride | A |
I would I had a heart to give to you | V2 |
But lacking it can only say adieu | V2 |
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He whom temptation never has assailed | A |
Knows not that subtle sense of moral strength | Y2 |
When sorely tried we waver but at length | Y2 |
Rise up and turn away not having failed | A |
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The Autumn of the third year came and went | A |
The mild Italian winter was half spent | A |
When this brief message came across the sea | F |
My darling I am dying Come to me | F |
Love which so long the growing truth concealed | A |
Stands pale within its shadow O my sweet | A |
This heart of mine grows fainter with each beat | A |
Dying with very weight of bliss O come | Z2 |
And take the legacy I leave to you | V2 |
Before these lips forevermore are dumb | Z2 |
In life or death Yours Helen Dangerfield | A |
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This plaintive letter bore a month old date | A |
And wild with fears lest I had come too late | A |
I bade the old world and new friends adieu | V2 |
And with Aunt Ruth who long had sighed for home | N2 |
I turned my back on glory art and Rome | N2 |
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All selfish thoughts were merged in one wild fear | T |
That she for whose dear sake my heart had bled | A |
Rather than her sweet eyes should know one tear | K |
Was passing from me that she might be dead | A |
And dying had been sorely grieved with me | F |
Because I made no answer to her plea | F |
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O ship that sailest slowly slowly on | R2 |
Make haste before a wasting life is gone | R2 |
Make haste that I may catch a fleeting breath | A3 |
And true in life be true e'en unto death | A3 |
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O ship sail on and bear me o'er the tide | A |
To her for whom my woman's heart once died | A |
Sail sail O ship for she hath need of me | F |
And I would know what her last wish may be | F |
I have been true so true through all the past | A |
Sail sail O ship I would not fail at last | A |
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So prayed my heart still o'er and ever o'er | N |
Until the weary lagging ship reached shore | D2 |
All sad with fears that I had come too late | A |
By that strange source whence men communicate | A |
Though miles on miles of space between them lie | E |
I spoke with Vivian Does she live Reply | E |
The answer came She lives but hasten friend | A |
Her journey draweth swiftly to its end | A |
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Ah me ah me when each remembered spot | A |
My own dear home the lane that led to his | B3 |
The fields the woods the lake burst on my sight | A |
Oh then Self rose up in asserting might | A |
Oh then my bursting heart all else forgot | A |
But those sweet early years of lost delight | A |
Of hope defeat of anguish and of bliss | G |
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I have a theory vague undefined | A |
That each emotion of the human mind | A |
Love pain or passion sorrow or despair | K |
Is a live spirit dwelling in the air | K |
Until it takes possession of some breast | A |
And when at length grown weary of unrest | A |
We rise up strong and cast it from the heart | A |
And bid it leave us wholly and depart | A |
It does not die it cannot die but goes | C3 |
And mingles with some restless wind that blows | C3 |
About the region where it had its birth | Z |
And though we wander over all the earth | Z |
That spirit waits and lingers year by year | T |
Invisible and cloth d like the air | K |
Hoping that we may yet again draw near | T |
And it may haply take us unaware | K |
And once more find safe shelter in the breast | A |
It stirred of old with pleasure or unrest | A |
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Told by my heart and wholly positive | T2 |
Some old emotion long had ceased to live | U2 |
That were it called it could not hear or come | Z2 |
Because it was so voiceless and so dumb | Z2 |
Yet passing where it first sprang into life | I2 |
My very soul has suddenly been rife | I2 |
With all the old intensity of feeling | G2 |
It seemed a living spirit which came stealing | G2 |
Into my heart from that departed day | A |
Exiled emotion which I fancied clay | A |
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So now into my troubled heart above | M2 |
The present's pain and sorrow crept the love | M2 |
And strife and passion of a by gone hour | N |
Possessed of all their olden might and power | N |
'T was but a moment and the spell was broken | R2 |
By pleasant words of greeting gently spoken | R2 |
And Vivian stood before us | O2 |
But I saw | D3 |
In him the husband of my friend alone | R2 |
The old emotions might at times return | R2 |
And smold'ring fires leap up an hour and burn | R2 |
But never yet had I transgressed God's law | D3 |
By looking on the man I had resigned | A |
With any hidden feeling in my mind | A |
Which she his wife my friend might not have known | R2 |
He was but little altered From his face | M |
The nonchalant and almost haughty grace | M |
The lurking laughter waiting in his eyes | S2 |
The years had stolen leaving in their place | M |
A settled sadness which was not despair | K |
Nor was it gloom nor weariness nor care | K |
But something like the vapor o'er the skies | S2 |
Of Indian summer beautiful to see | F |
But spoke of frosts which had been and would be | F |
There was that in his face which cometh not | A |
Save when the soul has many a battle fought | A |
And conquered self by constant sacrifice | E3 |
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There are two sculptors who with chisels fine | R2 |
Render the plainest features half divine | R2 |
All other artists strive and strive in vain | R2 |
To picture beauty perfect and complete | A |
Their statues only crumble at their feet | A |
Without the master touch of Faith and Pain | R2 |
And now his face that perfect seemed before | D2 |
Chiseled by these two careful artists wore | D2 |
A look exalted which the spirit gives | F3 |
When soul has conquered and the body lives | F3 |
Subservient to its bidding | G2 |
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In a room | G3 |
Which curtained out the February gloom | G3 |
And redolent with perfume bright with flowers | H3 |
Rested the eye like one of Summer's bowers | H3 |
I found my Helen who was less mine now | R2 |
Than Death's for on the marble of her brow | R2 |
His seal was stamped indelibly | F |
Her form | I3 |
Was like the slendor willow when some storm | I3 |
Has stripped it bare of foliage Her face | M |
Pale always now was ghastly in its hue | V2 |
And like two lamps in some dark hollow place | M |
Burned her large eyes grown more intensely blue | V2 |
Her fragile hands displayed each cord and vein | R2 |
And on her mouth was that drawn look of pain | R2 |
Which is not uttered Yet an inward light | A |
Shone through and made her wasted features bright | A |
With an unearthly beauty and an awe | J3 |
Crept o'er me gazing on her for I saw | D3 |
She was so near to Heaven that I seemed | A |
To look upon the face of one redeemed | A |
She turned the brilliant luster of her eyes | S2 |
Upon me She had passed beyond surprise | S2 |
Or any strong emotion linked with clay | A |
But as I glided to her where she lay | A |
A smile celestial in its sweetness wreathed | A |
Her pallid features Welcome home she breathed | A |
Dear hands dear lips I touch you and rejoice | K3 |
And like the dying echo of a voice | K3 |
Were her faint tones that thrilled upon my ear | S |
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I fell upon my knees beside her bed | A |
All agonies within my heart were wed | A |
While to the aching numbness of my grief | L3 |
Mine eyes refused the solace of a tear | K |
The tortured soul's most merciful relief | L3 |
Her wasted hand caressed my bended head | A |
For one sad sacred moment Then she said | A |
In that low tone so like the wind's refrain | R2 |
Maurine my own give not away to pain | R2 |
The time is precious Ere another dawn | R2 |
My soul may hear the summons and pass on | R2 |
Arise sweet sister rest a little while | M3 |
And when refreshed come hither I grow weak | X |
With every hour that passes I must speak | X |
And make my dying wishes known to night | A |
Go now And in the halo of her smile | M3 |
Which seemed to fill the room with golden light | A |
I turned and left her | N |
Later in the gloom | G3 |
Of coming night I entered that dim room | G3 |
And sat down by her Vivian held her hand | A |
And on the pillow at her side there smiled | A |
The beauteous count'nance of a sleeping child | A |
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Maurine spoke Helen for three blissful years | N3 |
My heart has dwelt in an enchanted land | A |
And I have drank the sweetened cup of joy | O |
Without one drop of anguish or alloy | O |
And so ere Pain embitters it with gall | O3 |
Or sad eyed Sorrow fills it full of tears | P3 |
And bids me quaff which is the Fate of all | O3 |
Who linger long upon this troubled way | A |
God takes me to the realm of Endless Day | A |
To mingle with his angels who alone | R2 |
Can understand such bliss as I have known | R2 |
I do not murmur God has heaped my measure | N |
In three short years full to the brim with pleasure | N |
And from the fullness of an earthly love | M2 |
I pass to th' Immortal arms above | M2 |
Before I even brush the skirts of Woe | Y |
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I leave my aged parents here below | Y |
With none to comfort them Maurine sweet friend | A |
Be kind to them and love them to the end | A |
Which may not be far distant | A |
And I leave | Q3 |
A soul immortal in your charge Maurine | F |
From this most holy sad and sacred eve | Q3 |
Till God shall claim her she is yours to keep | R3 |
To love and shelter to protect and guide | A |
She touched the slumb'ring cherub at her side | A |
And Vivian gently bore her still asleep | R3 |
And laid the precious burden on my breast | A |
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A solemn silence fell upon the scene | R2 |
And when the sleeping infant smiled and pressed | A |
My yielding bosom with her waxen cheek | X |
I felt it would be sacrilege to speak | X |
Such wordless joy possessed me | F |
Oh at last | A |
This infant who in that tear blotted past | A |
Had caused my soul such travail was my own | R2 |
Through all the lonely coming years to be | F |
Mine own to cherish wholly mine alone | R2 |
And what I mourned so hopelessly as lost | A |
Was now restored and given back to me | F |
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The dying voice continued | A |
In this child | A |
You yet have me whose mortal life she cost | A |
But all that was most pure and undefiled | A |
And good within me lives in her again | R2 |
Maurine my husband loves me yet I know | Y |
Moving about the wide world to and fro | Y |
And through and in the busy haunts of men | R2 |
Not always will his heart be dumb with woe | Y |
But sometime waken to a later love | M2 |
Nay Vivian hush my soul has passed above | M2 |
All selfish feelings I would have it so | Y |
While I am with the angels blest and glad | A |
I would not have you sorrowing and sad | A |
In loneliness go mourning to the end | A |
But love I could not trust to any other | N |
The sacred office of a foster mother | N |
To this sweet cherub save my own heart friend | A |
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Teach her to love her father's name Maurine | F |
Where'er he wanders Keep my memory green | R2 |
In her young heart and lead her in her youth | S3 |
To drink from th' eternal fount of Truth | S3 |
Vex her not with sectarian discourse | T3 |
Nor strive to teach her piety by force | T3 |
Ply not her mind with harsh and narrow creeds | U3 |
Nor frighten her with an avenging God | A |
Who rules his subjects with a burning rod | A |
But teach her that each mortal simply needs | U3 |
To grow in hate of hate and love of love | M2 |
To gain a kingdom in the courts above | M2 |
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Let her be free and natural as the flowers | H3 |
That smile and nod throughout the summer hours | H3 |
Let her rejoice in all the joys of youth | S3 |
But first impress upon her mind this truth | S3 |
No lasting happiness is e'er attained | A |
Save when the heart some other seeks to please | V3 |
The cup of selfish pleasures soon is drained | A |
And full of gall and bitterness the lees | V3 |
Next to her God teach her to love her land | A |
In her young bosom light the patriot's flame | B2 |
Until the heart within her shall expand | A |
With love and fervor at her country's name | B2 |
No coward mother bears a valiant son | R2 |
And this my last wish is an earnest one | R2 |
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Maurine my o'er taxed strength is waning you | V2 |
Have heard my wishes and you will be true | V2 |
In death as you have been in life my own | R2 |
Now leave me for a little while alone | R2 |
With him my husband Dear love I shall rest | A |
So sweetly with no care upon my breast | A |
Good night Maurine come to me in the morning | G2 |
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But lo the bridegroom with no further warning | G2 |
Came for her at the dawning of the day | A |
She heard his voice and smiled and passed away | A |
Without a struggle | W3 |
Leaning o'er her bed | A |
To give her greeting I found but her clay | A |
And Vivian bowed beside it | A |
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And I said | A |
Dear friend my soul shall treasure thy request | A |
And when the night of fever and unrest | A |
Melts in the morning of Eternity | F |
Like a freed bird then I will come to thee | F |
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I will come to thee in the morning sweet | A |
I have been true and soul with soul shall meet | A |
Before God's throne and shall not be afraid | A |
Thou gav'st me trust and it was not betrayed | A |
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I will come to thee in the morning dear | T |
The night is dark I do not know how near | T |
The morn may be of that Eternal Day | A |
I can but keep my faithful watch and pray | A |
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I will come to thee in the morning love | M2 |
Wait for me on the Eternal Heights above | M2 |
The way is troubled where my feet must climb | X3 |
Ere I shall tread the mountain top sublime | X3 |
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I will come in the morning O mine own | R2 |
But for a time must grope my way alone | R2 |
Through tears and sorrow till the Day shall dawn | R2 |
And I shall hear the summons and pass on | R2 |
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I will come in the morning Rest secure | Y3 |
My hope is certain and my faith is sure | Y3 |
After the gloom and darkness of the night | A |
I will come to thee with the morning light | A |
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Three peaceful years slipped silently away | A |
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We dwelt together in my childhood's home | N2 |
Aunt Ruth and I and sunny hearted May | A |
She was a fair and most exquisite child | A |
Her pensive face was delicate and mild | A |
Like her dead mother's but through her dear eyes | S2 |
Her father smiled upon me day by day | A |
Afar in foreign countries did he roam | N2 |
Now resting under Italy's blue skies | S2 |
And now with Roy in Scotland | A |
And he sent | A |
Brief friendly letters telling where he went | A |
And what he saw addressed to May or me | F |
And I would write and tell him how she grew | V2 |
And how she talked about him o'er the sea | F |
In her sweet baby fashion how she knew | V2 |
His picture in the album how each day | A |
She knelt and prayed the blessed Lord would bring | G2 |
Her own papa back to his little May | A |
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It was a warm bright morning in the Spring | G2 |
I sat in that same sunny portico | Y |
Where I was sitting seven years ago | Y |
When Vivian came My eyes were full of tears | P3 |
As I looked back across the checkered years | N3 |
How many were the changes they had brought | A |
Pain death and sorrow but the lesson taught | A |
To my young heart had been of untold worth | Z |
I had learned how to suffer and grow strong | Z3 |
That knowledge which best serves us here on earth | Z |
And brings reward in Heaven | R2 |
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Oh how long | Z3 |
The years had been since that June morning when | R2 |
I heard his step upon the walk and yet | A |
I seemed to hear its echo still | A4 |
Just then | R2 |
Down that same path I turned my eyes tear wet | A |
And lo the wanderer from a foreign land | A |
Stood there before me holding out his hand | A |
And smiling with those wond'rous eyes of old | A |
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To hide my tears I ran and brought his child | A |
But she was shy and clung to me when told | A |
This was papa for whom her prayers were said | A |
She dropped her eyes and shook her little head | A |
And would not by his coaxing be beguiled | A |
Or go to him | B4 |
Aunt Ruth was not at home | N2 |
And we two sat and talked as strangers might | A |
Of distant countries which we both had seen | R2 |
But once I thought I saw his large eyes light | A |
With sudden passion when there came a pause | C4 |
In our chit chat and then he spoke | Q2 |
Maurine | F |
I saw a number of your friends in Rome | N2 |
We talked of you They seemed surprised because | C4 |
You were not 'mong the seekers for a name | B2 |
They thought your whole ambition was for fame | B2 |
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It might have been I answered when my heart | A |
Had nothing else to fill it Now my art | A |
Is but a recreation I have this | G |
To love and live for which I had not then | R2 |
And leaning down I pressed a tender kiss | G |
Upon my child's fair brow | R2 |
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And yet he said | A |
The old light leaping to his eyes again | R2 |
And yet Maurine they say you might have wed | A |
A noble Baron one of many men | R2 |
Who laid their hearts and fortunes at your feet | A |
Why won the bravest of them no return | R2 |
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I bowed my head nor dared his gaze to meet | A |
On cheek and brow I felt the red blood burn | R2 |
And strong emotion strangled speech | D4 |
He rose | C3 |
And came and knelt beside me | F |
Sweet my sweet | A |
He murmured softly God in Heaven knows | C3 |
How well I loved you seven years ago | Y |
He only knows my anguish and my grief | L3 |
When your own acts forced on me the belief | L3 |
That I had been your plaything and your toy | A |
Yet from his lips I since have learned that Roy | A |
Held no place nearer than a friend and brother | N |
And then a faint suspicion undefined | A |
Of what had been was might be stirred my mind | A |
And that great love I thought died at a blow | Y |
Rose up within me strong with hope and life | I2 |
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Before all heaven and the angel mother | N |
Of this sweet child that slumbers on your heart | A |
Maurine Maurine I claim you for my wife | I2 |
Mine own forever until death shall part | A |
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Through happy mists of upward welling tears | P3 |
I leaned and looked into his beauteous eyes | S2 |
Dear heart I said if she who dwells above | M2 |
Looks down upon us from yon azure skies | S2 |
She can but bless us knowing all these years | N3 |
My soul had yearned in silence for the love | M2 |
That crowned her life and left mine own so bleak | X |
I turned you from me for her fair frail sake | E4 |
For her sweet child's and for my own I take | E4 |
You back to be all mine for evermore | D2 |
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Just then the child upon my breast awoke | Q2 |
From her light sleep and laid her downy cheek | X |
Against her father as he knelt by me | F |
And this unconscious action seemed to be | F |
A silent blessing which the mother spoke | Q2 |
Gazing upon us from the mystic shore | D2 |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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