Modern Love Xlviii: Their Sense Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDDCEFFEGHHG

Their sense is with their senses all mixed inA
Destroyed by subleties these women areB
More brain O Lord more brain or we shall marB
Utterly this fair garden we might winA
Behold I looked for peace and thought it nearC
Our inmost hearts had opened each to eachD
We drank the pure daylight of honest speechD
Alas I that was the fatal draught I fearC
For when of my lost Lady came the wordE
This woman O this agony of fleshF
Jealous devotion bade her break the meshF
That I might seek that other like a birdE
I do adore the nobleness despiseG
The act She has gone forth I know not whereH
Will the hard world my sentience of her shareH
I feel the truth so let the world surmiseG

George Meredith



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