At The Golden Gate Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDC EEFFDDDF GGHHIJDH KKCCDDDC HHLLMMDL CCHHNNDH CCCCLLDCBefore the golden gate she stands | A |
With drooping head with idle hands | A |
Loose clasped and bent beneath the weight | B |
Of unseen woe Too late too late | B |
Those carved and fretted | C |
Starred resetted | C |
Panels shall not open ever | D |
To her who seeks the perfect mate | C |
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Only the tearless enter there | E |
Only the soul that like a prayer | E |
No bolt can stay no wall may bar | F |
Shall dream the dreams grief cannot mar | F |
No door of cedar | D |
Alas shall lead her | D |
Unto the stream that shows forever | D |
Love's face like some reflected star | F |
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They say that golden barrier hides | G |
A realm where deathless spring abides | G |
Where flowers shall fade not and there floats | H |
Thro' moon rays mild or sunlit motes | H |
'Mid dewy alleys | I |
That gird the palace | J |
And fountain'd spray's unceasing quiver | D |
A dulcet rain of song birds' notes | H |
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The sultan lord knew not her name | K |
But to the door that fair shape came | K |
The hour had struck the way was right | C |
Traced by her lamp's pale flickering light | C |
But ah whose error | D |
Has brought this terror | D |
Whose fault has foiled her fond endeavor | D |
The gate swings to her hope takes flight | C |
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The harp the song the nightingales | H |
She hears beyond The night wind wails | H |
Without to sound of feast within | L |
While here she stands shut out by sin | L |
And be that revel | M |
Of angel or devil | M |
She longs to sit beside the giver | D |
That she at last her prize may win | L |
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Her lamp has fallen her eyes are wet | C |
Frozen she stands she lingers yet | C |
But through the garden's gladness steals | H |
A whisper that each heart congeals | H |
A moan of grieving | N |
Beyond relieving | N |
Which makes the proudest of them shiver | D |
And suddenly the sultan kneels | H |
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The lamp was quenched he found her dead | C |
When dawn had turned the threshold red | C |
Her face was calm and sad as fate | C |
His sin not hers made her too late | C |
Some think unbidden | L |
She brought him hidden | L |
A truer bliss that came back never | D |
To him unblest who closed the gate | C |
George Parsons Lathrop
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