St. Winefred's Well Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A A B CDEFGHCIJKLBMDC A NDOEPCBQFRBLFD A A SFDTTCUVDDDWXCDYZA2Y DMDDKDB2DKEDKC2C2D2L CE2F2G2IHD2KDH2DBSSI 2JKJ2DK2L2DBDOMM2KN2 MO2P2Q2DQ2 A A R2DKHPDS2KLFCFKLCLN2 BK2ED DKCLD DKBT2| ACT I SC I | A |
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| i Enter Teryth from riding Winefred following i | A |
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| T WHAT is it Gwen my girl why do you hover and haunt me | B |
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| W You came by Caerwys sir | C |
| T I came by Caerwys | D |
| W There | E |
| Some messenger there might have met you from my uncle | F |
| T Your uncle met the messenger met me and this the message | G |
| Lord Beuno comes to night | H |
| W To night sir | C |
| T Soon now therefore | I |
| Have all things ready in his room | J |
| W There needs but little doing | K |
| T Let what there needs be done Stay with him one companion | L |
| His deacon Dirvan Warm twice over must the welcome be | B |
| But both will share one cell This was good news Gwenvrewi | M |
| W Ah yes | D |
| T Why get thee gone then tell thy mother I want her | C |
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| i Exit Winefred i | A |
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| No man has such a daughter The fathers of the world | N |
| Call no such maiden mine The deeper grows her dearness | D |
| And more and more times laces round and round my heart | O |
| The more some monstrous hand gropes with clammy fingers there | E |
| Tampering with those sweet bines draws them out strains them strains them | P |
| Meantime some tongue cries What Teryth what thou poor fond father | C |
| How when this bloom this honeysuckle that rides the air so rich about thee | B |
| Is all all sheared away thus Then I sweat for fear | Q |
| Or else a funeral and yet tis not a funeral | F |
| Some pageant which takes tears and I must foot with feeling that | R |
| Alive or dead my girl is carried in it endlessly | B |
| Goes marching thro my mind What sense is this It has none | L |
| This is too much the father nay the mother Fanciful | F |
| I here forbid my thoughts to fool themselves with fears | D |
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| i Enter Gwenlo i | A |
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| ACT II i Scene a wood ending in a steep bank over a dry dene Winefred having been murdered within Re enter Caradoc with a bloody sword i | A |
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| C My heart where have we been What have we seen my mind | S |
| What stroke has Caradoc s right arm dealt what done Head of a rebel | F |
| Struck off it has written upon lovely limbs | D |
| In bloody letters lessons of earnest of revenge | T |
| Monuments of my earnest records of my revenge | T |
| On one that went against me wh reas I had warned her | C |
| Warned her well she knew I warned her of this work | U |
| What work what harm s done There is no harm done none yet | V |
| Perhaps we struck no blow Gwenvrewi lives perhaps | D |
| To makebelieve my mood was mock O I might think so | D |
| But here here is a workman from his day s task sweats | D |
| Wiped I am sure this was it seems not well for still | W |
| Still the scarlet swings and dances on the blade | X |
| So be it Thou steel thou butcher | C |
| I c n scour thee fresh burnish thee sheathe thee in thy dark lair these drops | D |
| Never never never in their blue banks again | Y |
| The woeful Cradock O the woeful word Then what | Z |
| What have we seen Her head sheared from her shoulders fall | A2 |
| And lapped in shining hair roll to the bank s edge then | Y |
| Down the beetling banks like water in waterfalls | D |
| It stooped and flashed and fell and ran like water away | M |
| Her eyes oh and her eyes | D |
| In all her beauty and sunlight to it is a pit den darkness | D |
| Foam falling is not fresh to it rainbow by it not beaming | K |
| In all her body I say no place was like her eyes | D |
| No piece matched those eyes kept most part much cast down | B2 |
| But being lifted immortal of immortal brightness | D |
| Several times I saw them thrice or four times turning | K |
| Round and round they came and flashed towards heaven O there | E |
| There they did appeal Therefore airy vengeances | D |
| Are afoot heaven vault fast purpling portends and what first lightning | K |
| Any instant falls means me And I do not repent | C2 |
| I do not and I will not repent not repent | C2 |
| The blame bear who aroused me What I have done violent | D2 |
| I have like a lion done lionlike done | L |
| Honouring an uncontrolled royal wrathful nature | C |
| Mantling passion in a grandeur crimson grandeur | E2 |
| Now be my pride then perfect all one piece Henceforth | F2 |
| In a wide world of defiance Caradoc lives alone | G2 |
| Loyal to his own soul laying his own law down no law nor | I |
| Lord now curb him for ever O daring O deep insight | H |
| What is virtue Valour only the heart valiant | D2 |
| And right Only resolution will his will unwavering | K |
| Who like me knowing his nature to the heart home nature s business | D |
| Despatches with no flinching But will flesh O can flesh | H2 |
| Second this fiery strain Not always O no no | D |
| We cannot live this life out sometimes we must weary | B |
| And in this darksome world what comfort can I find | S |
| Down this darksome world c mfort wh re can I find | S |
| When ts light I quenched its rose time s one rich rose my hand | I2 |
| By her bloom fast by her fresh her fleec d bloom | J |
| Hideous dashed down leaving earth a winter withering | K |
| With no now no Gwenvrewi I must miss her most | J2 |
| That might have spared her were it but for passion sake Yes | D |
| To hunger and not have y t hope n for to storm and strive and | K2 |
| Be at every assault fresh foiled worse flung deeper disappointed | L2 |
| The turmoil and the torment it has I swear a sweetness | D |
| Keeps a kind of joy in it a zest an edge an ecstasy | B |
| Next after sweet success I am not left even this | D |
| I all my being have hacked in half with her neck one part | O |
| Reason selfdisposal choice of better or worse way | M |
| Is corpse now cannot change my other self this soul | M2 |
| Life s quick this k nd this k en self feeling | K |
| With dreadful distillation of thoughts sour as blood | N2 |
| Must all day long taste murder What do n w then Do Nay | M |
| Deed bound I am one deed treads all down here cramps all doing What do Not yield | O2 |
| Not hope not pray despair ay that brazen despair out | P2 |
| Brave all and take what comes as here this rabble is come | Q2 |
| Whose bloods I reck no more of no more rank with hers | D |
| Than sewers with sacred oils Mankind that mobs comes Come | Q2 |
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| i Enter a crowd among them Teryth Gwenlo Beuno i | A |
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| i After Winefred s raising from the dead and the breaking out of the fountain i | A |
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| BEUNO O now while skies are blue now while seas are salt | R2 |
| While rushy rains shall fall or brooks shall fleet from fountains | D |
| While sick men shall cast sighs of sweet health all despairing | K |
| While blind men s eyes shall thirst after daylight draughts of daylight | H |
| Or deaf ears shall desire that lipmusic that s lost upon them | P |
| While cripples are while lepers dancers in dismal limb dance | D |
| Fallers in dreadful frothpits waterfearers wild | S2 |
| Stone palsy cancer cough lung wasting womb not bearing | K |
| Rupture running sores what more in brief in burden | L |
| As long as men are mortal and God merciful | F |
| So long to this sweet spot this leafy lean over | C |
| This Dry Dene now no longer dry nor dumb but moist and musical | F |
| With the uproll and the downcarol of day and night delivering | K |
| Water which keeps thy name for not in r ck wr tten | L |
| But in pale water frail water wild rash and reeling water | C |
| That will not wear a print that will not stain a pen | L |
| Thy venerable record virgin is recorded | N2 |
| Here to this holy well shall pilgrimages be | B |
| And not from purple Wales only nor from elmy England | K2 |
| But from beyond seas Erin France and Flanders everywhere | E |
| Pilgrims still pilgrims m re p lgrims still more poor pilgrims | D |
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| What sights shall be when some that swung wretches on crutches | D |
| Their crutches shall cast from them on heels of air departing | K |
| Or they go rich as roseleaves hence that loathsome c me hither | C |
| Not now to n me even | L |
| Those dearer more divine boons whose haven the heart is | D |
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| As sure as what is most sure sure as that spring primroses | D |
| Shall new dapple next year sure as to morrow morning | K |
| Amongst come back again things th ngs with a revival things with a recovery | B |
| Thy name | T2 |
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