Her Monument, The Image Cut Thereon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDEFGHA BIJAIKAHABAL BMNHJAAAA OAPFAQRSAI TAUAAVAM IAWXAAAAA

FROM THE ITALIAN OF LEOPARDIA
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Such wast thouB
Who art nowB
But buried dust and rusted skeletonC
Above the bones and mireD
Motionless placed in vainE
Mute mirror of the flight of speeding yearsF
Sole guard of griefG
Sole guard of memoryH
Standeth this image of the beauty spedA
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O glance when thou wast still as thou art nowB
How hast thou set the fireI
A tremble in men's veins lip curved highJ
To mind me of some urn of full delightA
O throat girt round of old with swift desireI
O palms of Love that in your wonted waysK
Not once but many a dayA
Felt hands turn ice a sudden touching yeH
That ye were once of all the grace ye hadA
That which remaineth nowB
Shameful most sadA
Finds 'neath this rock fit mould fit resting placeL
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And still when fate recallethB
Even that semblance that appears amongst usM
Is like to heaven's most 'live imaginingN
All all our life's eternal mysteryH
To day on highJ
Mounts from our mighty thoughts and from the fountA
Of sense untellable BeautyA
That seems to be some quivering splendour castA
By the immortal nature on this quicksandA
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And by surhuman fatesO
Given to mortal stateA
To be a sign and an hope made secureP
Of blissful kingdoms and the aureate spheresF
And on the morrow by some lightsome twistA
Shameful in sight abject abominableQ
All this angelic aspect can returnR
And be but what it wasS
With all the admirable concepts that moved from itA
Swept from the mind with it in its departureI
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Infinite things desired lofty visionsT
'Got on desirous thoughts by natural virtueA
And the wise concord whence through delicious seasU
The arcane spirit of the whole MankindA
Turns hardy pilot and if one wrong noteA
Strike the tympanumV
InstantlyA
That paradise is hurled to nothingnessM
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O mortal natureI
If thou artA
Frail and so vile in allW
How canst thou reach so high with thy poor senseX
Yet if thou artA
Noble in any partA
How is the noblest of thy speech and thoughtA
So lightly wroughtA
Or to such base occasion lit and quenchedA

Ezra Pound



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