Euterpe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDAA EEFFFFGGEE HHIIJJCCHH KKFFLLDDKK

CHILD of Light the bright the bird like wilt thou float and float to meA
Facing winds and sleets and waters flying glimpses of the seaA
Down amongst the hills of tempest where the elves of tumult roamB
Blown wet shadows of the summits dim sonorous sprites of foamB
Here and here my days are wasted shorn of leaf and stript of fruitC
Vexed because of speech half spoken maiden with the marvellous luteC
Vexed because of songs half shapen smit with fire and mixed with painD
Part of thee and part of Sorrow like a sunset pale with rainD
Child of Light the bright the bird like wilt thou float and float to meA
Facing winds and sleets and waters flying glimpses of the seaA
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All night long in fluent pauses falling far but full but fineE
Faultless friend of flowers and fountains do I hear that voice of thineE
All night long amidst the burden of the lordly storm that singsF
High above the tumbled forelands fleet and fierce with thunderingsF
Then and then my love Euterpe lips of life replete with dreamsF
Murmur for thy sweet sharp fragments dying down Lethean streamsF
Murmur for thy mouth s marred music splendid hints that burn and breakG
Heavy with excess of beauty murmur for thy music s sakeG
All night long in fluent pauses falling far but full but fineE
Faultless friend of flowers and fountains do I hear that voice of thineE
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In the yellow flame of evening sound of thee doth come and goH
Through the noises of the river and the drifting of the snowH
In the yellow flame of evening at the setting of the dayI
Sound that lightens falls and lightens flickers faints and fades awayI
I am famished of thy silence broken for the tender noteJ
Caught with its surpassing passion caught and strangled in thy throatJ
We have nought to help thy trouble nought for that which lieth muteC
On the harpstring and the lutestring and the spirit of the luteC
In the yellow flame of evening sound of thee doth come and goH
Through the noises of the river and the drifting of the snowH
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Daughter of the dead red summers Men that laugh and men that weepK
Call thee Music shall I follow choose their name and turn and sleepK
What thou art behold I know not but thy honey slakes and slaysF
Half the want which whitens manhood in the stress of alien daysF
Even as a wondrous woman struck with love and great desireL
Hast thou been to me Euterpe half of tears and half of fireL
But thy joy is swift and fitful and a subtle sense of painD
Sighs through thy melodious breathing takes the rapture from thy strainD
Daughter of the dead red summers Men that laugh and men that weepK
Call thee Music shall I follow choose their name and turn and sleepK

Henry Kendall



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