Pr |aeceptor Amat Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGFFFFHH IIJAKKLLMINNOOPPQQLR SSTTAAAAUUAAVVWWXYZZ FFFFA2 YYFFB2B2FFFFAAAAYYYY EEQQYYAA AC2C2It is time it was time long ago I should sever | A |
This chain why I wear it I know not forever | A |
Yet I cling to the bond e'en while sick of the mask | B |
I must wear as of one whom his commonplace task | B |
And proof armor of dullness have steeled to her charms | C |
Ah how lovely she looked as she flung from her arms | C |
In heaps to this table now starred with the stains | D |
Of her booty yet wet with those yesterday rains | D |
These roses and lilies and what let me see | E |
Then was off in a moment but turned with a glee | E |
That lit her sweet face as with moonlight to say | F |
As 't was almost too late for a lesson to day | F |
She meant to usurp for this morning at least | G |
My office of Tutor and instead of a feast | G |
Of such mouthfuls as poluphloisboio thalasses' | F |
With which I fed her I should study the grasses | F |
Love grasses she called them the buds and the flowers | F |
Of which I know nothing and if with MY powers | F |
I did not learn all she could teach in that time | H |
And thank her perhaps in a sweet English rhyme | H |
If I did not do this and she flung back her hair | I |
And shook her bright head with a menacing air | I |
She'd be oh she'd be a real Saracen Omar | J |
To a certain much valued edition of Homer | A |
But these flowers I believe I could number as soon | K |
The shadowy thoughts of a last summer's noon | K |
Or recall with their phases each one after one | L |
The clouds that came down to the death of the Sun | L |
Cirrus Stratus or Nimbus some evening last year | M |
As unravel the web of one genus Why there | I |
As they lie by my desk in that glistering heap | N |
All tangled together like dreams in the sleep | N |
Of a bliss fevered heart I might turn them and turn | O |
Till night in a puzzle of pleasure and learn | O |
Not a fact not a secret I prize half so much | P |
As how rough is this leaf when I think of her touch | P |
There's one now blown yonder what can be its name | Q |
A topaz wine colored the wine in a flame | Q |
And another that's hued like the pulp of a melon | L |
But sprinkled all o'er as with seed pearls of Ceylon | R |
And a third its white petals just clouded with pink | S |
And a fourth that blue star and then this too I think | S |
If one brought me this moment an amethyst cup | T |
From which through a liquor of amber looked up | T |
With a glow as of eyes in their elfin like lustre | A |
Stones culled from all lands in a sunshiny cluster | A |
From the ruby that burns in the sands of Mysore | A |
To the beryl of Daunia with gems from the core | A |
Of the mountains of Persia I talk like a boy | U |
In the flush of some new and yet half tasted joy | U |
But I think if that cup and its jewels together | A |
Were placed by the side of this child of the weather | A |
This one which she touched with her mouth and let slip | V |
From her fingers by chance as her exquisite lip | V |
With a music befitting the language divine | W |
Gave the roll of the Greek's multitudinous line | W |
I should take not the gems but enough let me shut | X |
In the blossom that woke it my folly and put | Y |
Both away in my bosom there in a heart niche | Z |
One shall outlive the other is 't hard to tell which | Z |
In the name of all starry and beautiful things | F |
What is it the cross in the centre these rings | F |
And the petals that shoot in an intricate maze | F |
From the disk which is lilac or purple like rays | F |
In a blue Aureole | A2 |
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And so now will she wot | Y |
When I sit by her side with my brows in a knot | Y |
And praise her so calmly or chide her perhaps | F |
If her voice falter once in its musical lapse | F |
As I've done I confess just to gaze at a flush | B2 |
In the white of her throat or to watch the quick rush | B2 |
Of the tear she sheds smiling as drooping her curls | F |
O'er that book I keep shrined like a casket of pearls | F |
She reads on in low tones of such tremulous sweetness | F |
That in spite of some faults I am forced in discreetness | F |
To silence lest mine growing hoarse should betray | A |
What I must not reveal will she guess now I say | A |
How for all his grave looks the stern passionless Tutor | A |
With more than the love of her youthfulest suitor | A |
Is hiding somewhere in the shroud of his vest | Y |
By a heart that is beating wild wings in its nest | Y |
This flower thrown aside in the sport of a minute | Y |
And which he holds dear as though folded within it | Y |
Lay the germ of the bliss that he dreams of Ah me | E |
It is hard to love thus yet to seem and to be | E |
A thing for indifference faint praise or cold blame | Q |
When you long by the right of deep passion the claim | Q |
On the loved of the loving at least to be heard | Y |
To take the white hand and with glance touch and word | Y |
Burn your way to the heart That her step on the stair | A |
Be still thou fond flutterer | A |
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How little I care | A |
For your favorites see they are all of them look | C2 |
On the spot where they fell and but here is your book | C2 |
Henry Timrod
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