Mazelli: Canto Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


With plumes to which the dewdrops clingB
Wide waves the morn her golden wingB
With countless variegated beamsC
The empurpled orient glows and gleamsC
A gorgeous mass of crimson cloudsD
The mountain's soaring summit shroudsD
Along the wave the blue mist creepsE
The towering forest trees are stirredF
By the low wind that o'er them sweepsE
And with the matin song of birdF
The hum of early bee is heardF
Hailing with his shrill tiny hornG
The coming of the bright eyed mornG
And with the day beam's earliest dawnH
Her couch the fair Mazelli quitsI
And gaily fleetly as a fawnH
Along the wildwood paths she flitsI
Hieing from leafy bower to bowerJ
Culling from each its bud and flowerJ
Of brightest hue and sweetest breathK
To weave them in her bridal wreathL
Now pausing in her way to hearM
The lay of some wild warbler nearN
Repaying him in mocking toneO
With music sweeter than his ownO
Now o'er some crystal stream low bendingB
Her image in its waves to seeI
With its sweet gurgled music blendingB
A song of tenfold melodyI
Now chasing the gay butterflyA
That o'er her pathway passed her byA
With grace as careless glee as wildP
As though she were some thoughtless childP
Now seated on some wayside stoneO
With time's green messy veil o'ergrownO
In silent thoughtfulness she seemsI
To hold communion with her heartQ
Beguiling fancy with the dreamsI
That from its Pure recesses startQ
There is a silent power that o'erJ
Our bosoms wields a wizard mightR
Restoring bygone years to lightR
With the same vivid glow they woreS
Ere time had o'er their features castT
The shadowy shroud that veils the pastT
To those who walk in wisdom's wayU
'Tis welcome as an angel's smileV
But those who from her counsels strayU
Whose hearts are full of craft and guileV
To them 'tis as a constant goadW
A weight that doubles Sorrow's loadW
A silent searcher of the breastX
Which will not let the guilty restX
In childhood's pleasant season bornO
It haunts us in all after timeY
From youth's serene and sunny mornO
To manhood's stern meridian primeY
From manhood till the weight of yearsI
And life's dull constant toil and tearsI
And passion's ever raging stormZ
Have dimmed the eye and bowed the formZ
True youth of hope and love possessedX
By friends youth has no foes caressedX
Finds in the present happy boyA2
Enough of gaiety and joyA2
And man whose visionary brainO
Begets that idle phantom trainO
Of shadows Power Wealth and FameB2
A scourge a bubble and a nameB2
So often and so vainly soughtC2
Has little time for peaceful thoughtC2
And so they turn not back to gazeI
Where faithful memory displaysI
Her record of departed daysI
But oh how loves the eye of ageD2
To move along its pictured pageD2
To scan and number o'er and o'erJ
The joys that may return no moreS
The hopes that blighted in their bloomE2
By disappointment's chilly gloomE2
Were given sadly to the tombE2
The loves so wildly once enjoyedF2
By time's unsparing hand destroyedF2
The bright imaginative dreamsI
Portrayed by restless fancy's beamsI
By restless fancy's beams portrayedG2
Alas but to delude and fadeG2
To count these o'er and o'er againO
Is age's sole resort from painO
Then stranger marvel not that IA
Have claimed so long thy listening earM
I could not pass in silence byA
Themes to my memory so dearN
As those which make my story's closeI
Mazelli's love Mazelli's woesI
Ascending from the golden eastH2
The sun had gained his zenith heightR
The guests were gathered to the feastH2
Prepared to grace the marriage riteR
The youthful and the old were thereI2
The rustic swain and bashful fairI2
The aged reverend and grayU
Yet hale and garrulous and gayU
Each told to while the time awayU
Some tale of his own wedding dayU
The youthful timorous and shyA
Spoke less with lip than tell tale eyeA
That in its stolen glances sendsI
The language Love best comprehendsI
The noontide hour goes by and yetJ2
The bridegroom tarries why and whereI2
Sure he could not his vows forgetJ2
When she who loves him is so fairI2
And then his honour faith and prideK2
Had bound him to a meaner brideK2
If once his promise had been givenO
But she so pure so far aboveL2
The common forms of earthly mouldM2
So like the incarnate shapes of loveL2
Conceived and born and nursed in heavenO
His love for her could ne'er grow coldM2
And yet he comes not Half way nowO
From where at his meridian heightR
He pours his fullest warmest lightR
To where at eve in his declineO
The day god sinks into the brineO
When his diurnal task is doneO
Descends his ever burning throneO
And still the bridegroom is not thereI2
Say why yet tarries he and whereI2
Within an arbour rudely rearedN2
But to the maiden's heart endearedO2
By every tie that binds the heartQ
By hope's and love's and memory's artQ
For it was here he first poured outP2
In words the love she could not doubtP2
Mazelli silent sits apartQ
Did ever dreaming devoteeI
Whose restless fancy fond and warmZ
Shapes out the bright ideal formZ
To which he meekly bends the kneeI
Conceive of aught so fair as sheI
The holiest seraph of the sphereN
Most holy if by chance led hereM
Might drink such light from those soft eyesI
That he would hold them far more dearN
Than all the treasures of the skiesI
Yet o'er her bright and beauteous browO
Shade after shade is passing nowO
Like clouds across the pale moon glancingB
As thought on rapid thought advancingB
Thrills through the maiden's trembling breastX
Not doubting and yet not at restX
Not doubting Man may turn awayU
And scoff at shrines where yesterdayU
He knelt in earnest faith to prayU
And wealth may lose its charm for himQ2
And fame's alluring star grow dimQ2
Devotion avarice glory allR2
The pageantries of earth may pallS2
But love is of a higher birthT2
Than these the earth born things of earthT2
A spark from the eternal flameB2
Like it eternally the sameB2
It is not subject to the breathK
Of chance or change of life or deathK
And so doubt has no power to blightR
Its bloom or quench its deathless lightR
A deathless light a peerless bloomE2
That beams and glows beyond the tombE2
Go tell the trusting devoteeI
His worship is idolatryI
Say to the searcher after goldM2
The prize he seeks is dull and coldM2
Assure the toiler after fameB2
That won 'tis but a worthless nameB2
A mocking shade a phantasyI
And they perchance may list to theeI
But say not to the trusting maidG2
Her love is scorned her faith betrayedG2
As soon thy words may lull the galeU2
As gain her credence to the taleU2
And still the bridegroom is not thereI2
Oh why yet tarries he and whereI2
It was the holy vesper hourJ
The time for rest and peace and prayerI2
When falls the dew and folds the flowerJ
Its petals delicate and fairI2
Against the chilly evening airI2
And yet the bridegroom was not thereI2
The guests who lingered through the dayU
Had glided one by one awayU
And then with pale and pensive rayU
The moon began to climb the skyA
As from the forest dim and greenO
A small and silent band was seenO
Emerging slow and solemnlyI
With cautious step and measured treadV2
They moved as those who bear the deadV2
And by no lip a word was spokeW2
Nor other sound the silence brokeW2
Save when low musical and clearN
The voice of waters passing nearN
Was softly wafted to the earM
And the cool fanning twilight breezeI
That lightly shook the forest treesI
And crept from leaf to trembling leafL2
Sighed like to one oppressed with griefL2
Why move they with such cautious careI2
What precious burden do they bearI2
Hush questioner the dead are thereI2
The victim of revenge and hateX2
Of fierce Ottali's fiery prideK2
With that stern minister of fateX2
As cold and lifeless by his sideK2
Still onward solemnly and slowY2
And speaking not a word they goY2
Till pausing in their way beforeS
Mazelli's quiet cottage doorS
They gently lay their burden downO
Whence comes that shriek of wild despairI2
That rises wildly on the airI2
Whose is the arm so fondly thrownO
Around the cold unconscious clayU
That cannot its caress repayU
Such wordless wo was in that cryA
Such pain such hopeless agonyI
No soul excluded from the skyA
Whom unrelenting justice hathZ2
Condemned to bear the second deathK
E'er breathed upon the troubled galeU2
A wilder or a sadder wailU2
It rose all other sounds aboveL2
The dirge of peace and hope and loveL2
And day on weary day went byA
And like the drooping autumn leafL2
She faded slow and silentlyI
In her deep uncomplaining griefL2
For sick of life's vacuityK2
She neither sought nor wished reliefL2
And daily from her cheek the glowY2
Departed and her virgin browO
Was curtained with a mournful gloomE2
A shade prophetic of the tombE2
And her clear eyes so blue and brightK2
Shot forth a keen unearthly lightK2
As if the soul that in them layU
Were weary of its garb of clayU
And prayed to pass from earth awayU
Nor was that prayer vain for ereI2
The frozen monarch of the yearN
Had blighted with his icy breathK
A single bud in summer's wreathL
They shrouded her and made her graveL2
And laid her down at Lodolph's sideK2
And by the wide Potomac's waveL2
Repose the bridegroom and the brideK2
'Tis said that oft at summer midnight thereI2
When all is hushed and voiceless and the airI2
Sweet soothing minstrel of the viewless handK2
Swells rippling through the aged trees that standK2
With their broad boughs above the wave dependingB
With the low gurgle of the waters blendingB
The rustle of their foliage a light boatK2
Bearing two shadowy forms is seen to floatK2
Adown the stream without or oar or sailU2
To break the wave or catch the driving galeU2
Smoothly and steadily its course is steeredK2
Until the shadow of yon cliff is nearedK2
And then as if some barrier hid belowY2
The river's breast had caught its gliding prowO
Awhile uncertain o'er its watery bedK2
It hangs then vanishes and in its steadK2
A wan pale light burns dimly o'er the waveL2
That rolls and ripples by Mazelli's graveL2

George W. Sands


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