Translations. - The Tryst. (from Schiller.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDEDEFF GHHH IJKJKJLL MNMN NHNHNHJJ HJHJ OJOJOJPP EQEQ QQQQQQRR STST| That was the sound of the wicket | A |
| That was the latch as it rose | B |
| No the wind that through the thicket | C |
| Of the poplars whirring goes | B |
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| Put on thy beauty foliage vaulted roof | D |
| Her to receive with silent welcome grace her | E |
| Ye branches build a shadowy room eye proof | D |
| With lovely night and stillness to embrace her | E |
| Ye airs caressing wake nor keep aloof | D |
| In sport and gambol turning still to face her | E |
| As with its load of beauty lightly borne | F |
| Glides in the fairy foot and dawns my morn | F |
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| What is that rustling the hedges | G |
| She with her hurrying pace | H |
| No a bird among the sedges | H |
| Startled from its hiding place | H |
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| Quench thy sunk torch O Day Steal out appear | I |
| Dim ghostly Night with dumbness us entrancing | J |
| Spread thy rose purple veil about us here | K |
| Weave round us twigs the mystery enhancing | J |
| Love's rapture flees the lurking listening ear | K |
| Flies from the Day so indiscreetly glancing | J |
| Hesper alone no tattling tell tale he | L |
| Far gazing still her confidant may be | L |
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| That was a voice but far distant | M |
| Faint like a whispering low | N |
| No the swan that draws persistent | M |
| Through the pond his circles slow | N |
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| About mine ears harmonious breathings flow | N |
| The fountain falls in sweetly wavering rushes | H |
| The flower beneath the west wind's kiss bends slow | N |
| Delight from each to every thing outgushes | H |
| Grape clusters beckon peaches luring glow | N |
| And hide half in their leaves up swelling luscious | H |
| The air which aromatic odours streak | J |
| Drinks up the glow upon my burning cheek | J |
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| Hear I not echoing footfalls | H |
| Hither adown the pleach'd walk | J |
| No the over ripened fruit falls | H |
| Heavy swollen from off its stalk | J |
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| Day's flaming eye at last is quench d quite | O |
| In gentle death its colours all are paling | J |
| Now boldly open in the fair twilight | O |
| The cups which in his blaze had long been quailing | J |
| Slow lifts the moon her visage calmly bright | O |
| Into great masses molten earth sinks failing | J |
| From every charm the zone drops unaware | P |
| And shrouded beauty dawns upon me bare | P |
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| Yonder I see a white shimmer | E |
| Silky of robe or of shawl | Q |
| No it is the column's glimmer | E |
| 'Gainst the clipt yews' gloomy wall | Q |
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| O longing heart no more thyself befool | Q |
| Flouted by Fancy's loveliness unreal | Q |
| The empty arm no burning heart will cool | Q |
| No shadow joy hold place for Love's Ideal | Q |
| O bring my live love all my heart to rule | Q |
| Give me her hand to hold my every weal | Q |
| Or but the shadow of her mantle's hem | R |
| And straight my dreams shall live and I in them | R |
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| And soft as from hills rosy golden | S |
| The dews of still gladness descend | T |
| So had she drawn nigh unbeholden | S |
| And wakened with kisses her friend | T |
George Macdonald
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