A Revolutionary Relic Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCD CECCE FAFFG GGGGA GHGGH IGIIG FJFFJ IGIIK ICIIC CLCCL IMIIM FGFFG FAFFA CMCCM INIIN GOGGO IGIIG AAAAAA IGIIA IGIIG IMIIM CGCCG

Old it is and worn and batteredA
As I lift it from the stallB
And the leaves are frayed and tatteredA
And the pendent sides are shatteredA
Pierced and blackened by a ballB
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'Tis the tale of grief and gladnessC
Told by sad St Pierre of yoreD
That in front of France's madnessC
Hangs a strange seductive sadnessC
Grown pathetic evermoreD
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And a perfume round it hoversC
Which the pages half revealE
For a folded corner coversC
Interlaced two names of loversC
A Savignac and LucileE
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As I read I marvel whetherF
In some pleasant old ch teauA
Once they read this book togetherF
In the scented summer weatherF
With the shining Loire belowG
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Nooked secluded from espialG
Did Love slip and snare them soG
While the hours danced round the dialG
To the sound of flute and violG
In that pleasant old ch teauA
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Did it happen that no singleG
Word of mouth could either speakH
Did the brown and gold hair mingleG
Did the shamed skin thrill and tingleG
To the shock of cheek and cheekH
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Did they feel with that first flushingI
Some new sudden power to feelG
Some new inner spring set gushingI
At the names together rushingI
Of Savignac and LucileG
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Did he drop on knee before herF
Son Amour son Coeur sa ReineJ
In his high flown way adore herF
Urgent eloquent implore herF
Plead his pleasure and his painJ
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Did she turn with sight swift dimmingI
And the quivering lip we knowG
With the full slow eyelid brimmingI
With the languorous pupil swimmingI
Like the love of MirabeauK
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Stretch her hand from cloudy frillingI
For his eager lips to pressC
In a flash all fate fulfillingI
Did he catch her trembling thrillingI
Crushing life to one caressC
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Did they sit in that dim sweetnessC
Of attained love's after calmL
Marking not the world its meetnessC
Marking Time not nor his fleetnessC
Only happy palm to palmL
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Till at last she sunlight smitingI
Red on wrist and cheek and hairM
Sought the page where love first lightingI
Fixed their fate and in this writingI
Fixed the record of it thereM
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Did they marry midst the smotherF
Shame and slaughter of it allG
Did she wander like that otherF
Woful wistful wife and motherF
Round and round his prison wallG
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Wander wailing as the ploverF
Waileth wheeleth desolateA
Heedless of the hawk above herF
While as yet the rushes coverF
Waning fast her wounded mateA
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Wander till his love's eyes met hersC
Fixed and wide in their despairM
Did he burst his prison fettersC
Did he write sweet yearning lettersC
A Lucile en AngleterreM
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Letters where the reader readingI
Halts him with a sudden stopN
For he feels a man's heart bleedingI
Draining out its pain's exceedingI
Half a life at every dropN
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Letters where Love's iterationG
Seems to warble and to raveO
Letters where the pent sensationG
Leaps to lyric exultationG
Like a song bird from a graveO
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Where through Passion's wild repeatingI
Peep the Pagan and the GaulG
Politics and love competingI
Abelard and Cato greetingI
Rousseau ramping over allG
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Yet your critic's right you waive itA
Whirled along the fever floodA
And its touch of truth shall save itA
And its tender rain shall lave itA
For at least you read AmavitA
Written there in tears of bloodA
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Did they hunt him to his hidingI
Tracking traces in the snowG
Did they tempt him out confidingI
Shoot him ruthless down deridingI
By the ruined old ch teauA
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Left to lie with thin lips restingI
Frozen to a smile of scornG
Just the bitter thought's suggestingI
At this excellent new jestingI
Of the rabble Devil bornG
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Till some tiger monkey findingI
These few words the covers bearM
Some swift rush of pity blindingI
Sent them in the shot pierced bindingI
A Lucile en AngleterreM
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Fancies only Nought the coversC
Nothing more the leaves revealG
Yet I love it for its loversC
For the dream that round it hoversC
Of Savignac and LucileG

Henry Austin Dobson



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