Cassandra Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD AEAECFCF GHGIGFGF AJAJAKAK AFAFALAL JJJJKKKK AMANJJJJ CACAOKOK KKKKAFAF KJKJPFPF AFAFCKCK AJAJAJAJ FQFOOFOF AOAOCJCJ ARARJOJO AJAJFOFO

Mirth the halls of Troy was fillingA
Ere its lofty ramparts fellB
From the golden lute so thrillingA
Hymns of joy were heard to swellB
From the sad and tearful slaughterC
All had laid their arms asideD
For Pelides Priam's daughterC
Claimed then as his own fair brideD
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Laurel branches with them bearingA
Troop on troop in bright arrayE
To the temples were repairingA
Owning Thymbrius' sovereign swayE
Through the streets with frantic measureC
Danced the bacchanal mad roundF
And amid the radiant pleasureC
Only one sad breast was foundF
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Joyless in the midst of gladnessG
None to heed her none to loveH
Roamed Cassandra plunged in sadnessG
To Apollo's laurel groveI
To its dark and deep recessesG
Swift the sorrowing priestess hiedF
And from off her flowing tressesG
Tore the sacred band and criedF
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All around with joy is beamingA
Ev'ry heart is happy nowJ
And my sire is fondly dreamingA
Wreathed with flowers my sister's browJ
I alone am doomed to wailingA
That sweet vision flies from meK
In my mind these walls assailingA
Fierce destruction I can seeK
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Though a torch I see all glowingA
Yet 'tis not in Hymen's handF
Smoke across the skies is blowingA
Yet 'tis from no votive brandF
Yonder see I feasts entrancingA
But in my prophetic soulL
Hear I now the God advancingA
Who will steep in tears the bowlL
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And they blame my lamentationJ
And they laugh my grief to scornJ
To the haunts of desolationJ
I must bear my woes forlornJ
All who happy are now shun meK
And my tears with laughter seeK
Heavy lies thy hand upon meK
Cruel Pythian deityK
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Thy divine decrees foretellingA
Wherefore hast thou thrown me hereM
Where the ever blind are dwellingA
With a mind alas too clearN
Wherefore hast thou power thus givenJ
What must needs occur to knowJ
Wrought must be the will of HeavenJ
Onward come the hour of woeJ
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When impending fate strikes terrorC
Why remove the coveringA
Life we have alone in errorC
Knowledge with it death must bringA
Take away this prescience tearfulO
Take this sight of woe from meK
Of thy truths alas how fearfulO
'Tis the mouthpiece frail to beK
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Veil my mind once more in slumbersK
Let me heedlessly rejoiceK
Never have I sung glad numbersK
Since I've been thy chosen voiceK
Knowledge of the future givingA
Thou hast stolen the present dayF
Stolen the moment's joyous livingA
Take thy false gift then awayF
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Ne'er with bridal train around meK
Have I wreathed my radiant browJ
Since to serve thy fane I bound meK
Bound me with a solemn vowJ
Evermore in grief I languishP
All my youth in tears was spentF
And with thoughts of bitter anguishP
My too feeling heart is rentF
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Joyously my friends are playingA
All around are blest and gladF
In the paths of pleasure strayingA
My poor heart alone is sadF
Spring in vain unfolds each treasureC
Filling all the earth with blissK
Who in life can e'er take pleasureC
When is seen its dark abyssK
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With her heart in vision burningA
Truly blest is PolyxeneJ
As a bride to clasp him yearningA
Him the noblest best HelleneJ
And her breast with rapture swellingA
All its bliss can scarcely knowJ
E'en the Gods in heavenly dwellingA
Envying not when dreaming soJ
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He to whom my heart is plightedF
Stood before my ravished eyeQ
And his look by passion lightedF
Toward me turned imploringlyO
With the loved one oh how gladlyO
Homeward would I take my flightF
But a Stygian shadow sadlyO
Steps between us every nightF
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Cruel Proserpine is sendingA
All her spectres pale to meO
Ever on my steps attendingA
Those dread shadowy forms I seeO
Though I seek in mirth and laughterC
Refuge from that ghastly trainJ
Still I see them hastening afterC
Ne'er shall I know joy againJ
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And I see the death steel glancingA
And the eye of murder glareR
On with hasty strides advancingA
Terror haunts me everywhereR
Vain I seek alleviationJ
Knowing seeing suffering allO
I must wait the consummationJ
In a foreign land must fallO
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While her solemn words are ringingA
Hark a dull and wailing toneJ
From the temple's gate upspringingA
Dead lies Thetis' mighty sonJ
Eris shakes her snake locks hatedF
Swiftly flies each deityO
And o'er Ilion's walls ill fatedF
Thunder clouds loom heavilyO

Friedrich Schiller



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