Separation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFGHIJJIHKKLL MN A MO A OIIPPAQAQQRSTTUV A UDVDWVWWXXVYYHHQQZZA 2A2B2C2C2B2D2D2E2E2 A A2 A A2

HEA
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One decade and a half since first we cameB
With hearts aflameB
Into Love's Paradise as man and mateC
And now we separateC
Soon all too soonD
Waned the white splendour of our honeymoonD
We saw it fading but we did not knowE
How bleak the path would be when once its glowE
Was wholly goneF
And yet we two were forced to follow onG
Leagues leagues apart while ever side by sideH
Darker and darker grew the loveless weatherI
Darker the wayJ
Until we could not stayJ
Longer togetherI
Now that all anger from our hearts has diedH
And love has flown far from its ruined nestK
To find sweet shelter in another breastK
Let us talk calmly of our past mistakesL
And of our faults if only for the sakesL
Of those with whom our futures will be castM
You shall speak firstN
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SHEA
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A woman would speak lastM
Tell me my first grave error as a wifeO
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HEA
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Inertia My young veins were rifeO
With manhood's ardent blood and love was fireI
Within me But you met my strong desireI
With lips like frozen rose leaves chaste so chasteP
That all your splendid beauty seemed but wasteP
Of love's materials Then of that beautyA
Which had so pleased my sightQ
You seemed to take no care you felt no dutyA
To keep yourself an object of delightQ
For lover's eyes and appetiteQ
And indolence soon wroughtR
Their devastating changes You were notS
The woman I had sworn to love and cherishT
If love is starved what can love do but perishT
Now will you speak of my first fatal sinU
And all that followed even as I have doneV
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SHEA
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I must beginU
With the young quarter of our honeymoonD
You are but oneV
Of countless men who take the priceless boonD
Of woman's love and kill it at the startW
Not wantonly but blindly Woman's passionV
Is such a subtle thing woof of her heartW
Web of her spirit and the body's partW
Is to play ever but the lesser roleX
To her white soulX
Seized in brute fashionV
It fades like down on wings of butterfliesY
Then diesY
So my love diedH
Next on base Mammon's cross you nailed my prideH
Making me ask for what was mine by rightQ
Until in my own sightQ
I seemed a helpless slaveZ
To whom the master gaveZ
A grudging dole Oh yes at times gifts showeredA2
Upon your chattel but I was not doweredA2
By generous love Hate never framed a curseB2
Or placed a cruel banC2
That so crushed woman as the law of manC2
That makes her pensioner upon his purseB2
That necessary stuff called gold is suchD2
A cold rude thing it needs the nicest touchD2
Of thought and speech when it approaches loveE2
Or it will prove the certain death thereofE2
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HEA
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Your words cut deep 'tis time we separateA2
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SHEA
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Well each goes wiser to a newer mateA2

Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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