Love Letters Of A Violinist. Letter Vi. Despair Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBC DEEDDE FGGFFG H IJJIIJ H KKBBK B LHHLLH H MNNNNN H HOOHHO K NBBNNB K NNNNNN K PBBPPB K HNNHHN K EKKEEK H QKKQQK H NRRNNR H BNNBBN H ENNEEN H NHHNNH E BNNBBN E BSSBBS| Letter VI Despair | A |
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| I am undone My hopes have beggar'd me | B |
| For I have lov'd where loving was denied | C |
| To day is dark and Yesterday has died | C |
| And when To morrow comes erect and free | B |
| Like some great king whose tyrant will he be | B |
| And whose defender in the days of pride | C |
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| I am not cold and yet November bands | D |
| Compress my heart I know the month is May | E |
| And that the sun will warm me if I stay | E |
| But who is this Oh who is this that stands | D |
| Straight in my path and with his bony hands | D |
| Appeals to me to turn some other way | E |
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| III | - |
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| It is the phantom of my murder'd joy | F |
| Which once again has come to persecute | G |
| And tell me tales which late I did refute | G |
| But lo I now must heed them as a boy | F |
| Takes up in tears the remnants of a toy | F |
| Or bard forlorn the fragments of a lute | G |
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| IV | H |
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| It is the ghost that day by day did come | I |
| To tempt my spirit to the mountain peak | J |
| It is the thing that wept and would not speak | J |
| And with a sign to show that it was dumb | I |
| Did seem to hint at Death that was the sum | I |
| Of all we know and all we strive to seek | J |
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| V | H |
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| And now it comes again and with its eye | - |
| Bloodshot and blear though pallid in its face | K |
| Doth point exacting to the very place | K |
| Where I do keep that no one may descry | B |
| A lady's glove a ribbon and a dry | B |
| A perjur'd rose which oft I did embrace | K |
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| VI | B |
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| It means perchance that I must make an end | L |
| Of all these things and burn them as a fee | H |
| To my Despair when down upon my knee | H |
| O piteous thing have pity be my friend | L |
| Or say at least that blessings will descend | L |
| On her I love on her if not on me | H |
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| VII | H |
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| The Shape did smile and wildly with a start | M |
| Did shrivel up as when a fire is spent | N |
| Whereof the smoke obscured the firmament | N |
| And then I knew it had but tried my heart | N |
| To teach me how to play a manly part | N |
| And strengthen me in all my good intent | N |
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| VIII | H |
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| And here I stand alone e'en like a leaf | H |
| In sudden frost as quiet as the wing | O |
| Of wounded bird which knows it cannot sing | O |
| A child may moan but not a mountain chief | H |
| If we be sad if we possess a grief | H |
| The grief should be the slave and not the king | O |
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| IX | K |
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| Yes I will pause and pluck from out the Past | N |
| The full discernment of my sorry cheer | B |
| And why the sunlight seems no longer clear | B |
| And why in spite of anguish and the vast | N |
| The sickly blank that o'er my life is cast | N |
| I cannot kneel to day or shed a tear | B |
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| X | K |
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| It was thy friendship It was this I had | N |
| This and no more I was a fool to doubt | N |
| I was a fool to strive to put to rout | N |
| My many foes thy musings tender glad | N |
| Which all had said Avoid him he is mad | N |
| Mad with his love and Love's erratic shout | N |
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| XI | K |
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| I should have known I should have guess'd in time | P |
| That like a soft mirage at twilight hour | B |
| My dream would melt and rob me of its dower | B |
| I should have guess'd that all the heights sublime | P |
| Which look'd like spires and cities built in rhyme | P |
| Would droop and die like petals from a flower | B |
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| XII | K |
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| I should have known indeed that to the brave | H |
| All things are servants But my lost Delight | N |
| Was like the ship that founders in a night | N |
| And leaves no mark How then Is Passion's grave | H |
| All that is left beside the sobbing wave | H |
| The foam thereof the saltness and the blight | N |
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| XIII | K |
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| I had a fleet of ships and where are they | E |
| Where are they all and where the merchandise | K |
| I treasured once an empire's golden prize | K |
| The empire of a soul which in a day | E |
| Lost all its wealth I was deceiv'd I say | E |
| For I had reckon'd on propitious skies | K |
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| XIV | H |
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| I look'd afar and saw no sign of wrack | Q |
| I look'd anear and felt the summer breeze | K |
| Warm on my cheek and forth upon the seas | K |
| I sent my ships and would not have them back | Q |
| Though some averr'd a storm was on the track | Q |
| Of all I lov'd and all I own'd of these | K |
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| XV | H |
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| One ship was Joy the second Truth the third | N |
| Love in a Dream and last not least of all | R |
| Hope and Content and Pride that hath a Fall | R |
| And they were goodly vessels by my word | N |
| With sails as strong as pinions of a bird | N |
| And crew that answer'd well to Duty's call | R |
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| XVI | H |
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| In one of these in Hope where I did fly | B |
| A lofty banner in that ship I found | N |
| Doom's day at last and all my crew were drown'd | N |
| Yes I was wreck'd in this and here I lie | B |
| Here on the beach forlorn and like to die | B |
| With none to pray for me on holy ground | N |
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| XVII | H |
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| O sweet my Lady If thou pass this way | E |
| And thou behold me where I lie beset | N |
| By wind and wave and powerless to forget | N |
| Wilt not approach me thoughtfully and say | E |
| This man was true He lov'd me night and day | E |
| And though I spurn'd at him he loves me yet | N |
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| XVIII | H |
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| Wilt not withhold thy blame at least to night | N |
| And shed for me a tear as one may grieve | H |
| For people known in books for men who weave | H |
| Ropes out of sand to lead them to the light | N |
| Oh treat me thus and by thy hand so white | N |
| I will forego the dreams to which I cleave | H |
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| XIX | E |
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| Be just to me and say when all is o'er | B |
| When some such book is calmly laid aside | N |
| The shadow men have liv'd and lov'd and died | N |
| The shadow women will be vexed no more | B |
| But there is One for whom my heart is sore | B |
| Because he took a shadow for his guide | N |
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| XX | E |
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| Say only this but pray for me withal | B |
| And let a pitying thought possess thee then | S |
| Whether at home at sea or in a glen | S |
| In some wild nook It were a joy to fall | B |
| Dead at thy feet as at a trumpet's call | B |
| For I should then be peerless among men | S |
Eric Mackay
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