A Garden Idyl Poem Rhyme Scheme

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With sagest craft Arachne worked	A
Her web and at a corner lurked	A
Awaiting what should plump her soon	B
To case it in the death cocoon	B
Sagaciously her home she chose	C
For visits that would never close	D
Inside my chalet porch her feast	E
Plucked all the winds but chill North east	E
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The finished structure bar on bar	F
Had snatched from light to form a star	F
And struck on sight when quick with dews	G
Like music of the very Muse	G
Great artists pass our single sense	H
We hear in seeing strung to tense	H
Then haply marvel groan mayhap	I
To think such beauty means a trap	I
But Nature's genius even man's	J
At best is practical in plans	J
Subservient to the needy thought	K
However rare the weapon wrought	K
As long as Nature holds it good	L
To urge her creatures' quest for food	M
Will beauty stamp the just intent	N
Of weapons upon service bent	N
For beauty is a flower of roots	O
Embedded lower than our boots	O
Out of the primal strata springs	P
And shows for crown of useful things	P
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Arachne's dream of prey to size	Q
Aspired so she could nigh despise	Q
The puny specks the breezes round	R
Supplied and let them shake unwound	R
Assured of her fat fly to come	S
Perhaps a blue the spider's plum	S
Who takes the fatal odds in fight	T
And gives repast an appetite	T
By plunging whizzing till his wings	P
Are webbed and in the lists he swings	P
A shrouded lump for her to see	U
Her banquet in her victory	U
	-
This matron of the unnumbered threads	V
One day of dandelions' heads	V
Distributing their gray perruques	V
Up every gust I watched with looks	V
Discreet beside the chalet door	W
And gracefully a light wind bore	W
Direct upon my webster's wall	X
A monster in the form of ball	X
The mildest captive ever snared	Y
That neither struggled nor despaired	Y
On half the net invading hung	Z
And plain as in her mother tongue	Z
While low the weaver cursed her lures	V
Remarked 'You have me I am yours '	-
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Thrice magnified in phantom shape	I
Her dream of size she saw agape	I
Midway the vast round raying beard	A2
A desiccated midge appeared	A2
Whose body pricked the name of meal	B2
Whose hair had growth in earth's unreal	B2
Provocative of dread and wrath	C2
Contempt and horror in one froth	D2
Inextricable insensible	E2
His poison presence there would dwell	F2
Declaring him her dream fulfilled	G2
A catch to compliment the skilled	G2
And she reduced to beaky skin	H2
Disgraceful among kith and kin	H2
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Against her corner humped and aged	I2
Arachne wrinkled past enraged	I2
Beyond disgust or hope in guile	J2
Ridiculously volatile	E2
He seemed to her last spark of mind	K2
And that in pallid ash declined	K2
Beneath the blow by knowledge dealt	L2
Wherein throughout her frame she felt	L2
That he the light wind's libertine	M2
Without a scoff without a grin	H2
And mannered like the courtly few	N2
Who merely danced when light winds blew	N2
Impervious to beak and claws	V
Tradition's ruinous Whitebeard was	V
Of whom as actors in old scenes	V
Had grannam weavers warned their weans	V
With word that less than feather weight	O2
He smote the web like bolt of Fate	O2
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This muted drama hour by hour	P2
I watched amid a world in flower	P2
Ere yet Autumnal threads had laid	Q2
Their gray blue o'er the grass's blade	Q2
And still along the garden run	R2
The blindworm stretched him drunk of sun	R2
Arachne crouched unmoved perchance	V
Her visitor performed a dance	V
She puckered thinner he the same	S2
As when on that light wind he came	S2
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Next day was told what deeds of night	T
Were done the web had vanished quite	T
With it the strange opposing pair	T2
And listless waved on vacant air	T2
For her adieu to heart's content	N
A solitary filament	U2

George Meredith

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