Helen At The Loom Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGHIIJJFF KKLLFFFFMMNNOPFFQQRR STUUVVWWWW AAIIXCWWWWVVYYWWVVVV ZZWWWWA2A2WWB2B2WWNN C2D2WW E2E2VVF2F2G2G2WWB2B2 WWFFWWH2H2I2I2VVAAHelen in her silent room | A |
Weaves upon the upright loom | A |
Weaves a mantle rich and dark | B |
Purpled over deep But mark | B |
How she scatters o'er the wool | C |
Woven shapes till it is full | C |
Of men that struggle close complex | D |
Short clipp'd steeds with wrinkled necks | D |
Arching high spear shield and all | E |
The panoply that doth recall | E |
Mighty war such war as e'en | F |
For Helen's sake is waged I ween | F |
Purple is the groundwork good | G |
All the field is stained with blood | H |
Blood poured out for Helen's sake | I |
Thread run on and shuttle shake | I |
But the shapes of men that pass | J |
Are as ghosts within a glass | J |
Woven with whiteness of the swan | F |
Pale sad memories gleaming wan | F |
From the garment's purple fold | K |
Where Troy's tale is twined and told | K |
Well may Helen as with tender | L |
Touch of rosy fingers slender | L |
She doth knit the story in | F |
Of Troy's sorrow and her sin | F |
Feel sharp filaments of pain | F |
Reeled off with the well spun skein | F |
And faint blood stains on her hands | M |
From the shifting sanguine strands | M |
Gently sweetly she doth sorrow | N |
What has been must be to morrow | N |
Meekly to her fate she bows | O |
Heavenly beauties still will rouse | P |
Strife and savagery in men | F |
Shall the lucid heavens then | F |
Lose their high serenity | Q |
Sorrowing over what must be | Q |
If she taketh to her shame | R |
Lo they give her not the blame | R |
Priam's wisest counselors | S |
Aged men not loving wars | T |
When she goes forth clad in white | U |
Day cloud touched by first moonlight | U |
With her fair hair amber hued | V |
As vapor by the moon imbued | V |
With burning brown that round her clings | W |
See she sudden silence brings | W |
On the gloomy whisperers | W |
Who would make the wrong all hers | W |
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So Helen in thy silent room | A |
Labor at the storied loom | A |
Thread run on and shuttle shake | I |
Let thy aching sorrow make | I |
Something strangely beautiful | X |
Of this fabric since the wool | C |
Comes so tinted from the Fates | W |
Dyed with loves hopes fears and hates | W |
Thou shalt work with subtle force | W |
All thy deep shade of remorse | W |
In the texture of the weft | V |
That no stain on thee be left | V |
Ay false queen shalt fashion grief | Y |
Grief and wrong to soft relief | Y |
Speed the garment It may chance | W |
Long hereafter meet the glance | W |
Of Onone when her lord | V |
Now thy Paris shall go t'ward | V |
Ida at his last sad end | V |
Seeking her his early friend | V |
Who alone can cure his ill | Z |
Of all who love him if she will | Z |
It were fitting she should see | W |
In that hour thine artistry | W |
And her husband's speechless corse | W |
In the garment of remorse | W |
But take heed that in thy work | A2 |
Naught unbeautiful may lurk | A2 |
Ah how little signifies | W |
Unto thee what fortunes rise | W |
What others fall Thou still shalt rule | B2 |
Still shalt work the colored crewl | B2 |
Though thy yearning woman's eyes | W |
Burn with glorious agonies | W |
Pitying the waste and woe | N |
And the heroes falling low | N |
In the war around thee here | C2 |
Yet that exquisitest tear | D2 |
'Twixt thy lids shall dearer be | W |
Than life to friend or enemy | W |
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There are people on the earth | E2 |
Doomed with doom of too great worth | E2 |
Look on Helen not with hate | V |
Therefore but compassionate | V |
If she suffer not too much | F2 |
Seldom does she feel the touch | F2 |
Of that fresh auroral joy | G2 |
Lighter spirits may decoy | G2 |
To their pure and sunny lives | W |
Heavy honey 't is she hives | W |
To her sweet but burdened soul | B2 |
All that here she doth control | B2 |
What of bitter memories | W |
What of coming fate's surmise | W |
Paris' passion distant din | F |
Of the war now drifting in | F |
To her quiet idle seems | W |
Idle as the lazy gleams | W |
Of some stilly water's reach | H2 |
Seen from where broad vine leaves pleach | H2 |
A heavy arch and looking through | I2 |
Far away the doubtful blue | I2 |
Glimmers on a drowsy day | V |
Crowded with the sun's rich gray | V |
As she stands within her room | A |
Weaving weaving at the loom | A |
George Parsons Lathrop
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