Donna Clara Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FBGF GHCH IEJK IHCC BHLL LMHH ICEN HNHN NNHC ICCN CNBH HLHG IOPH HNN C NHNI EBNN NINN HECQ IGNB CCHH HHRN

From the German of HeineA
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In the evening through her gardenB
Wanders the Alcalde's daughterC
Festal sounds of drum and trumpetD
Ring out hither from the CastleE
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I am weary of the dancesF
Honeyed words of adulationB
From the knights who still compare meG
To the sun with dainty phrasesF
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Yes of all things I am wearyG
Since I first beheld by moonlightH
Him my cavalier whose zitherC
Nightly draws me to my casementH
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As he stands so slim and daringI
With his flaming eyes that sparkleE
And with nobly pallid featuresJ
Truly he St George resemblesK
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Thus went Donna Clara dreamingI
On the ground her eyes were fastenedH
When she raised them lo before herC
Stood the handsome knightly strangerC
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Pressing hands and whispering passionB
These twain wander in the moonlightH
Gently doth the breeze caress themL
The enchanted roses greet themL
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The enchanted roses greet themL
And they glow like Love's own heraldsM
Tell me tell me my belovedH
Wherefore all at once thou blushestH
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Gnats were stinging me my darlingI
And I hate these gnats in summerC
E'en as though they were a rabbleE
Of vile Jews with long hooked nosesN
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Heed not gnats nor Jews belovedH
Spake the knight with fond endearmentsN
From the almond trees dropped downwardH
Myriad snowy flakes of blossomsN
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Myriad snowy flakes of blossomsN
Shed around them fragrant odorsN
Tell me tell me my belovedH
Looks thy heart on me with favorC
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Yes I love thee O my darlingI
And I swear it by our SaviourC
Whom the accursed Jews did murderC
Long ago with wicked maliceN
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Heed thou neither Jews nor SaviourC
Spake the knight with fond endearmentsN
Far off waved as in a visionB
Gleaming lilies bathed in moonlightH
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Gleaming lilies bathed in moonlightH
Seemed to watch the stars above themL
Tell me tell me my belovedH
Didst thou not erewhile swear falselyG
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Naught is false in me my darlingI
E'en as in my veins there flowethO
Not a drop of blood that's MoorishP
Neither of foul Jewish currentH
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Heed not Moors nor Jews belovedH
Spake the knight with fond endearmentsN
Then towards a grove of myrtlesN
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Leads he the Alcalde's daughterC
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And with Love's slight subtile meshesN
He has trapped her and entangledH
Brief their words but long their kissesN
For their hearts are overflowingI
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What a melting bridal carolE
Sings the nightingale the pure oneB
How the fire flies in the grassesN
Trip their sparkling torchlight dancesN
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In the grove the silence deepensN
Naught is heard save furtive rustlingI
Of the swaying myrtle branchesN
And the breathing of the flowersN
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But the sound of drum and trumpetH
Burst forth sudden from the castleE
Rudely they awaken ClaraC
Pillowed on her lover's bosomQ
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Hark they summon me my darlingI
But before we part oh tell meG
Tell me what thy precious name isN
Which so closely thou hast hiddenB
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Then the knight with gentle laughterC
Kissed the fingers of his DonnaC
Kissed her lips and kissed her foreheadH
And at last these words he utteredH
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I Senora your belovedH
Am the son of the respectedH
Worthy erudite Grand RabbiR
Israel of SaragossaN

Emma Lazarus



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