The Casket Of Opals Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDEDFEFFDD GHIDHDJ GIGDDKK L LDMD NODO L DPDPQHQHDDDD A L RKK BFBSTTFUFUOVVF TFTWBBF A BBMMDD L DMDM DXDX YZYZ BDBD DVDV A2DA2D A2 BVBVDB2DM L FXFMDC2BBBF L A2NA2BDA2DA2 L DDDD D2DD2D E2DE2D A2BA2B A2 DDC2C2 L B2F2B2F2 BC2BC2 DBDB BDBD DVDV A2 BB L VVA2DA2VD DDMG2MDG2 H2H2I2DI2H2D D2D2BBBD2B BBGVGBV L J2BJ2BMK2MK2A2DA2DDD DDLBLBBL2BL2LDLD| I | A |
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| Deep smoldering colors of the land and sea | B |
| Burn in these stones that by some mystery | B |
| Wrap fire in sleep and never are consumed | C |
| Scarlet of daybreak sunset gleams half spent | D |
| In thick white cloud pale moons that may have lent | D |
| Light to love's grieving rose illumined snows | E |
| And veins of gold no mine depth ever gloomed | D |
| All these and green of thin edged waves are there | F |
| I think a tide of feeling through them flows | E |
| With blush and pallor as if some being of air | F |
| Some soul once human wandering in the snare | F |
| Of passion had been caught and henceforth doomed | D |
| In misty crystal here to lie entombed | D |
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| And so it is indeed Here prisoned sleep | G |
| The ardors and the moods and all the pain | H |
| That once within a man's heart throbbed He gave | I |
| These opals to the woman whom he loved | D |
| And now like glinting sunbeams through the rain | H |
| The rays of thought that through his spirit moved | D |
| Leap out from these mysterious forms again | J |
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| The colors of the jewels laugh and weep | G |
| As with his very voice In them the wave | I |
| Of sorrow and joy that with a changing sweep | G |
| Bore him to misery or else made him blest | D |
| Still surges in melodious wild unrest | D |
| So when each gem in place I touch and take | K |
| It murmurs what he thought or what he spake | K |
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| FIRST OPAL | L |
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| My heart is like an opal | L |
| Made to lie upon your breast | D |
| In dreams of ardor clouded o'er | M |
| By endless joy's unrest | D |
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| And forever it shall haunt you | N |
| With its mystic changing ray | O |
| Its light shall live when we lie dead | D |
| With hearts at the heart of day | O |
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| SECOND OPAL | L |
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| If from a careless hold | D |
| One gem of these should fall | P |
| No power of art or gold | D |
| Its wholeness could recall | P |
| The lustrous wonder dies | Q |
| In gleams of irised rain | H |
| As light fades out from the eyes | Q |
| When a soul is crushed by pain | H |
| Take heed that from your hold | D |
| My love you do not cast | D |
| Dim shattered vapor cold | D |
| That day would be its last | D |
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| II | A |
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| THIRD OPAL | L |
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| He won her love and so this opal sings | R |
| With all its tints in maze that seem to quake | K |
| And leap in light as if its heart would break | K |
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| Gleam of the sea | B |
| Translucent air | F |
| Where every leaf alive with glee | B |
| Glows in the sun without shadow of grief | S |
| You speak of spring | T |
| When earth takes wing | T |
| And sunlight sunlight is everywhere | F |
| Radiant life | U |
| Face so fair | F |
| Crowned with the gracious glory of wife | U |
| Your glance lights all this happy day | O |
| Your tender glow | V |
| And murmurs low | V |
| Make miracle miracle everywhere | F |
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| Earth takes wing | T |
| With birds do I care | F |
| Whether of sorrow or joy they sing | T |
| No for they make not my life nor destroy | W |
| My soul awakes | B |
| At a smile that breaks | B |
| In sun and sunlight is everywhere | F |
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| III | A |
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| Then dawned a mood of musing thoughtfulness | B |
| As if he doubted whether he could bless | B |
| Her wayward spirit through each fickle hour | M |
| With love's serenity of flawless power | M |
| Or she remain a vision as when first | D |
| She came to soothe his fancy all athirst | D |
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| FOURTH OPAL | L |
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| We were alone the perfumed night | D |
| Moonlighted like a flower | M |
| Grew round us and exhaled delight | D |
| To bless that one sweet hour | M |
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| You stood where 'mid the white and gold | D |
| The rose fire through the gloom | X |
| Touched hair and cheek and garment's fold | D |
| With soft ethereal bloom | X |
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| And when the vision seemed to swerve | Y |
| 'T was but the flickering shine | Z |
| That gave new grace a lovelier curve | Y |
| To every dream like line | Z |
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| O perfect vision Form and face | B |
| Of womanhood complete | D |
| O rare ideal to embrace | B |
| And hold from head to feet | D |
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| Could I so hold you ever could | D |
| Your eye still catch the glow | V |
| Of mine it were an endless good | D |
| Together we should grow | V |
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| One perfect picture of our love | A2 |
| Alas the embers old | D |
| Fell and the moonlight fell above | A2 |
| Dim shattered vapor cold | D |
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| IV | A2 |
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| What ill befell these lovers Shall I say | B |
| What tragedy of petty care and sorrow | V |
| Ye all know who have lived and loved if nay | B |
| Then those will know who live and love tomorrow | V |
| But here at least is what this opal said | D |
| The fifth in number and the next two bore | B2 |
| My fancy toward that dim world of the dead | D |
| Where waiting spirits muse the past life o'er | M |
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| FIFTH OPAL | L |
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| I dreamed my kisses on your hair | F |
| Turned into roses Circling bloom | X |
| Crowned the loose lifted tresses there | F |
| O Love I cried forever | M |
| Dwell wreathed and perfume haunted | D |
| By my heart's deep honey breath | C2 |
| But even as I bending looked I saw | B |
| The roses were not and instead there lay | B |
| Pale feathered flakes and scentless | B |
| Ashes upon your hair | F |
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| SIXTH OPAL | L |
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| The love I gave the love I gave | A2 |
| Wherewith I sought to win you | N |
| Ah long and close to you it clave | A2 |
| With life and soul and sinew | B |
| My gentleness with scorn you cursed | D |
| You knew not what I gave | A2 |
| The strongest man may die of thirst | D |
| My love is in its grave | A2 |
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| SEVENTH OPAL | L |
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| You say these jewels were accurst | D |
| With evil omen fraught | D |
| You should have known it from the first | D |
| This was the truth they taught | D |
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| No treasured thing in heaven or earth | D2 |
| Holds potency more weird | D |
| Than our hearts hold that throb from birth | D2 |
| With wavering flames insphered | D |
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| And when from me the gems you took | E2 |
| On that strange April day | D |
| My nature too I gave that shook | E2 |
| With passion's fateful play | D |
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| The mingled fate my love should give | A2 |
| In these mute emblems shone | B |
| That more intensely burn and live | A2 |
| While I am turned to stone | B |
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| V | A2 |
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| Listen now to what is said | D |
| By the eighth opal flashing red | D |
| And pale by turns with every breath | C2 |
| The voice of the lover after death | C2 |
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| EIGHTH OPAL | L |
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| I did not know before | B2 |
| That we dead could rise and walk | F2 |
| That our voices as of yore | B2 |
| Would blend in gentle talk | F2 |
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| I did not know her eyes | B |
| Would so haunt mine after death | C2 |
| Or that she could hear my sighs | B |
| Low as the harp string's breath | C2 |
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| But ah last night we met | D |
| From our stilly trance we rose | B |
| Thrilled with all the old regret | D |
| The grieving that God knows | B |
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| She asked Am I forgiven | B |
| And dost thou forgive I said | D |
| Ah how long for joy we'd striven | B |
| But now our hearts were dead | D |
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| Alas for the lips I kissed | D |
| And the sweet hope long ago | V |
| On her grave chill hangs the mist | D |
| On mine white lies the snow | V |
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| VI | A2 |
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| Hearkening still I hear this strain | B |
| From the ninth opal's varied vein | B |
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| NINTH OPAL | L |
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| In the mountains of Mexico | V |
| Where the barren volcanoes throw | V |
| Their fierce peaks high to the sky | A2 |
| With the strength of a tawny brute | D |
| That sees heaven but to defy | A2 |
| And the soft white hand of the snow | V |
| Touches and makes them mute | D |
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| Firm in the clasp of the ground | D |
| The opal is found | D |
| By the struggle of frost and fire | M |
| Created yet caught in a spell | G2 |
| From which only human desire | M |
| Can free it what passion profound | D |
| In its dim sweet bosom may dwell | G2 |
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| So was it with us I think | H2 |
| Whose souls were formed on the brink | H2 |
| Of a crater where rain and flame | I2 |
| Had mingled and crystallized | D |
| One venturous day Love came | I2 |
| Found us and bound with a link | H2 |
| Of gold the jewels he prized | D |
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| The agonies old of the earth | D2 |
| Its plenitude and its dearth | D2 |
| The torrents of flame and of tears | B |
| All these in our souls were inborn | B |
| And we must endure through the years | B |
| The glory and burden of birth | D2 |
| That filled us with fire of the morn | B |
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| Let the diamond lie in its mine | B |
| Let ruby and topaz shine | B |
| The beryl sleep and the emerald keep | G |
| Its sunned leaf green We know | V |
| The joy of sufferings deep | G |
| That blend with a love divine | B |
| And the hidden warmth of the snow | V |
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| TENTH OPAL | L |
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| Colors that tremble and perish | J2 |
| Atoms that follow the law | B |
| You mirror the truth which we cherish | J2 |
| You mirror the spirit we saw | B |
| Glow of the daybreak tender | M |
| Flushed with an opaline gleam | K2 |
| And passionate sunset splendor | M |
| Ye both but embody a dream | K2 |
| Visions of cloud hidden glory | A2 |
| Breaking from sources of light | D |
| Mimic the mist of life's story | A2 |
| Mingled of scarlet and white | D |
| Sunset clouds iridescent | D |
| Opals and mists of the day | D |
| Are thrilled alike with the crescent | D |
| Delight of a deathless ray | D |
| Shot through the hesitant trouble | L |
| Of particles floating in space | B |
| And touching each wandering bubble | L |
| With tints of a rainbowed grace | B |
| So through the veil of emotion | B |
| Trembles the light of the truth | L2 |
| And so may the light of devotion | B |
| Glorify life age and youth | L2 |
| Sufferings pangs that seem cruel | L |
| These are but atoms adrift | D |
| The light streams through and a jewel | L |
| Is formed for us Heaven's own gift | D |
George Parsons Lathrop
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