Songs From The Turret. (from "three Women") Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBDBE BBBBFGFG HIHIHHJH A KLK KMK KMK KMK KMK KMKK A NNAAN NNAO NNAANO G PGPGQQ MRMRBB HNHNQQ H GJSJ TJUJ VJWJ G XNXN XNXN XNXNXN G HH YY TT GG ZZ G A2B2B2A2A2B2B2A2CSCS C2C2 C2 NCNC CNCN NCNC CNCN NCNC CNCNC2 C2 C2D2C2C2C2D2C2D2 C2 C2C2 C2C2 NN C2 BNBNNGNG BNBNNGNG BNBNNGNG G NGNG C2 C2CC2CNCC2C2 C2NC2NNNGG G E2EE2EE2D DE2E2EEE2 E2DEE2EE2 E2E2EDE2E EE2E2E2DE EEDE2E2E2 EE2D F2C2C2G2 G2LLG2 G2DDG2

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In the day my thoughts are tenderB
When I muse on my ladye fairC
There is never one to offend herB
For each is pure as a prayerC
They float like spirits above herB
About her and always nearD
And they scarce dare sigh that they love herB
Because she would blush to hearE
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But in dreams my thoughts grow bolderB
And close to my lips of fireB
I reach out my arms and enfold herB
My ladye my heart's desireB
And she who in earthly placesF
Seems cold as the stars aboveG
Unmasks in those fair dream spacesF
And gives me love for loveG
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Oh day with your thoughts of dutyH
Cross over the sunset streamsI
And give me the night of beautyH
And love in the Land of DreamsI
For there in the mystic shadyH
Fair isle of the Slumber SeaH
I read the heart of my ladyeJ
That here she hides from meH
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IIA
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Some day some beauteous dayK
Joy will come back againL
Sorrow must fly awayK
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Hope on her harp will playK
The old inspiring strainM
Some day some beauteous dayK
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Through the long hours I sayK
The night must fade and waneM
Sorrow must fly awayK
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The morn's bewildering rayK
Shall pierce the night of rainM
Some day some beauteous dayK
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Autumn shall bloom like MayK
Delight shall spring from painM
Sorrow must fly awayK
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Though on my life grief's grayK
Bleak shadow long hath lainM
Some day some beauteous dayK
Sorrow must fly awayK
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IIIA
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When love is lost the day sets toward the nightN
Albeit the morning sun may still be brightN
And not one cloud ship sails across the skyA
Yet from the places where it used to lieA
Gone is the lustrous glory of the lightN
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No splendor rests on any mountain heightN
No scene spreads fair and beauteous to the sightN
All all seems dull and dreary to the eyeA
When love is lostO
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Love lends to life its grandeur and its mightN
Love goes and leaves behind it gloom and blightN
Like ghosts of time the pallid hours drag byA
And grief's one happy thought is that we dieA
Ah what can recompense us for its flightN
When love is lostO
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IVG
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Life is a ponderous lesson book and FateP
The teacher When I came to love's fair leafG
My teacher turned the page and bade me waitP
Learn first she said love's griefG
And o'er and o'er through many a long to morrowQ
She kept me conning that sad page of sorrowQ
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Cruel the task and yet it was not vainM
Now the great book of life I know by heartR
In that one lesson of love's loss and painM
Fate doth the whole impartR
For by the depths of woe the mind can measureB
The beauteous unsealed summits of love's pleasureB
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Now with the book of life upon her kneeH
Fate sits the unread page of love's delightN
By her firm hand is half concealed from meH
And half revealed to sightN
Ah Fate be kind so well I learned love's sorrowQ
Give me its full delight to learn to morrowQ
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VH
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If I were a rain drop and you were a leafG
I would burst from the cloud above youJ
And lie on your breast in a rapture of restS
And love you love you love youJ
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If I were a brown bee and you were a roseT
I would fly to you love nor miss youJ
I would sip and sip from your nectared lipU
And kiss you kiss you kiss youJ
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If I were a doe dear and you were a brookV
Ah what would I do then think youJ
I would kneel by your bank in the grasses dankW
And drink you drink you drink youJ
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VIG
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Time owes me such a heavy debtX
How can he ever make things rightN
For suns that with no promise setX
To help me greet the morning lightN
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For dreams that no fruition metX
For joys that passed from bud to blightN
Time owes me such a heavy debtX
How can he ever make things rightN
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For passions balked with strain and fretX
Of hopes delayed or perished quiteN
For kisses that I did not getX
On many a love impelling nightN
Time owes me such a heavy debtX
How can he ever make things rightN
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VIIG
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As the king bird feeds on the heart of the beeH
So would I feed on the sweets of theeH
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As the south wind kisses the leaf at willY
From the leaf of thy lips I would drink my fillY
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As the sun pries into the heart of a roseT
I would pry in thy heart and its thoughts discloseT
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As a dewdrop mirrors the loving skyG
I would see myself in thy tear wet eyeG
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As the deep night shelters the day in its armsZ
I would hide thee dear from the world's alarmsZ
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VIIIG
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Now do I know how Paradise doth seemA2
Now do I know the deep red depths of hellB2
Swift from those fair supernal heights I fellB2
To burning flames of hades in a dreamA2
Methought my ladye rested by a streamA2
Which rippled through the verdure of a dellB2
She lay like Eve dear God I dare not tellB2
Of her perfections of the glow and gleamA2
Of tinted flesh and undulating hairC
Of sudden thigh and sweetly rounded breastS
Then like a cloud he came from God knows whereC
And on her eyes and mouth mad kisses pressedS
I fell and fell through leagues of scorching spaceC2
And always saw his lips upon her faceC2
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IXC2
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Love is the source of all supreme delightN
Love is the bitter fountain of despairC
Who follows Love shall stand upon the heightN
Yet through the darkest depths Love too leads thereC
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Courage needs he who would with bold Love fareC
Let him set forth with all his strength bedightN
Yet in his heart this song to banish careC
Love is the source of all supreme delightN
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And he must sing this song both day and nightN
Though he be led down shadowy pathways whereC
Black waters moan through valleys struck with blightN
Love is the bitter fountain of despairC
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Let him be brave and bravely let him dareC
Whate'er betide and feel no coward frightN
Who shares the worst the best deserves to shareC
Who follows Love shall stand upon the heightN
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Ah sweet is peace to those who faced the fightN
And bright the crown those faithful ones shall wearC
Who whispered when the shadows veiled their sightN
Yet through the darkest depths Love too leads thereC
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To hearts that best know Love his dark is fairC
His sorrow gladness and his wrong is rightN
All joys lie waiting on his winding stairC
All ways ail paths of Love lead to the lightN
Love is the sourceC2
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XC2
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My ladye's eyes are wishing wellsC2
Wherein I gaze with silent yearningD2
Deep in their depths my future dwellsC2
My ladye's eyes are wishing wellsC2
But not one sign my fate foretellsC2
While my poor heart with love is burningD2
My ladye's eyes are wishing wellsC2
Wherein I gaze with silent yearningD2
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XIC2
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Three things my ladye seemeth like to meC2
She seems like moonlight on a waveless seaC2
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And like the delicate fragrance which exhalesC2
When Day's warm garments brush the dewy valesC2
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And when my heart grows weary of earth's soundN
She seems like silence restful and profoundN
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XIIC2
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The moon flower grown from a slip so slenderB
Has burst in a star bloom full and whiteN
The air is filled with a perfume tenderB
The breath that blows from that garden heightN
Yet moments lag that should take their flightN
On wings like the wings of a homing doveG
And the world goes wrong where it should go rightN
For this is a night that is lost to loveG
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Again like a queen who would rashly spend herB
Dower of wealth in a single nightN
The proud moon seems on her track of splendorB
Enriching the world with her silver lightN
She flings on the crest of each billow a brightN
Pure gem from the casket of jewels aboveG
But I sigh as I gaze on the glorious sightN
This is a night that is lost to loveG
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Oh I would that the moon might never wend herB
Way through the skies in royal mightN
Till the haughty heart of my lady surrenderB
And the faithful love of a life requiteN
For the moon was made for a lover's delightN
And grayer than gloom must its luster proveG
To the soul that sighs under sorrow's blightN
This is a night that is lost to loveG
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L'EnvoiG
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Fate have pity upon my plightN
And the heart of my lady to mercy moveG
For the saddest words that youth can writeN
Are This is a night that is lost to loveG
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XIIIC2
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As the waves of the outgoing seaC2
Leave the rocks and the drift wood bareC
When your thoughts are for others than meC2
My heart is the strand of despairC
BelovedN
Where bleak suns glareC
And Joy like a desolate mourner gropesC2
In the wrecks of broken hopesC2
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As the incoming waves of the seaC2
The rocks and the sandbar hideN
When your thoughts flow back to meC2
My heart leaps up on the tideN
BelovedN
Where my glad hopes rideN
With joy at the wheel and the sun aboveG
In a glorious sky of loveG
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XIVG
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There was a bard all in the olden timeE2
When bards were men to whom the world gave earE
And song an art the great gods deemed sublimeE2
Who sought to make his willful lady hearE
By weaving strange new melodies of rhymeE2
Which voiced his love his sorrow and his fearD
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Sweetheart my soul is heavy now with fearD
Lest thou shalt frown upon me for all timeE2
Ah would that I had skill to weave a rhymeE2
Worthy to win the favor of thine earE
Tho' all the world were deaf if thou didst hearE
And smile my song would seem to me sublimeE2
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But ah too vast too awful and sublimeE2
Is my great passion born of grief and fearD
To clothe in verse Why if the world could hearE
And understand my love then for all timeE2
So long as there was sound or listening earE
All space would ring and echo with my rhymeE2
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Such passion seems belittled by a rhymeE2
It needs the voice of nature The sublimeE2
Loud thunder crash that hurts the startled earE
And stirs the heart with awe akin to fearD
The weird wild winds of equinoctial timeE2
These voices tell my love wouldst thou but hearE
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And listening at the flood tides thou might'st hearE
The love I bear thee surging through the rhymeE2
Of breaking billows many a moon full timeE2
Why I have heard thee call the sea sublimeE2
When every wave but voiced the anguished fearD
Of my man's heart to thy unconscious earE
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Vain then the hope that thou wilt lend thine earE
To any song of mine or deign to hearE
My lays of longing or my strains of fearD
Vain is the hope to weave for thee a rhymeE2
Or sweet or sad or subtle or sublimeE2
Which wins thy gracious favor for all timeE2
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Oh cruel time my lady will not hearE
Though in her ear love sings a song sublimeE2
And my sad rhyme ends like my love in fearD
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Bright like the comforting blaze on the hearthF2
Sweet like the blooms on the young apple treeC2
Fragrant with promise of fruit yet to beC2
Are the home keeping maidens of earthG2
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Better and greater than talent is worthG2
And where is the glory of brush or of penL
Like the glory of mothers and molders of menL
The home keeping women of earthG2
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Crowned since the great solar system had birthG2
They reign unsurpassed in their beautiful sphereD
They are queens who can look in God's face without fearD
The home keeping women of earthG2

Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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