Two Portraits Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC DD EE FF GG HH II JJ KK IL MM NN OO PP DD QQ RS TT UU VV WW XX YY ZZ A2A2 II JJ A2A2 B2B2 C2C2 D2D2 RS E2E2 F2F2 JJ G2G2 II H2H2 I2I2 J2J2 RS I2I2 K2K2 I2I2 HH I2I2 II I2I2 L2L2 HH AA M2M2 I2I2 N2N2 II O2P2 HH Q2Q2 R2R2 I2I2 HH I2I2 I2I2 F2F2 I2I2 S2S2 LL I2I2 II I2I2 HH HH II VV I2I2 T2T2 II AA HH HH L2L2 I2I2 I2I2 HH I2I2 HH U2V2 HH II W2W2 I2I2 I2I2 II I2I2 II X2X2 C2C2 I2I2 Y2Y2 HH HH N2N2 I2I2 I2I2 I2Z2

You say as one who shapes a lifeA
That you will never be a wifeA
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And laughing lightly ask my aidB
To paint your future as a maidB
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This is the portrait and I takeC
The softest colors for your sakeC
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The springtime of your soul is deadD
And forty years have bent your headD
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The lines are firmer round your mouthE
But still its smile is like the SouthE
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Your eyes grown deeper are not sadF
Yet never more than gravely gladF
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And the old charm still lurks withinG
The cloven dimple of your chinG
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Some share perhaps of youthful glossH
Your cheek hath shed but still acrossH
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The delicate ear are folded downI
Those silken locks of chestnut brownI
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Though here and there a thread of grayJ
Steals through them like a lunar rayJ
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One might suppose your life had passedK
Unvexed by any troubling blastK
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And such for all that I foreknowI
May be the truth The deeper woeL
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A loveless heart is seldom stirredM
And sorrow shuns the mateless birdM
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But ah through cares alone we reachN
The happiness which mocketh speechN
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In the white courts beyond the starsO
The noblest brow is seamed with scarsO
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And they on earth who've wept the mostP
Sit highest of the heavenly hostP
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Grant that your maiden life hath spedD
In music o'er a golden bedD
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With rocks and winds and storms at truceQ
And not without a noble useQ
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Yet are you happy In your airR
I see a nameless want appearS
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And a faint shadow on your cheekT
Tells what the lips refuse to speakT
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You have had all a maid could hopeU
In the most cloudless horoscopeU
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The strength that cometh from aboveV
A Christian mother's holy loveV
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And always at your soul's demandW
A brother's sister's heart and handW
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Small need your heart hath had to roamX
Beyond the circle of your homeX
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And yet upon your wish attendsY
A loving throng of genial friendsY
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What in a lot so sweet as thisZ
Is wanting to complete your blissZ
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And to what secret shall I traceA2
The clouds that sometimes cross your faceA2
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And that sad look which now and thenI
Comes disappears and comes againI
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And dies reluctantly awayJ
In those clear eyes of azure grayJ
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At best and after all the placeA2
You fill with such a serious graceA2
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Hath much to try a woman's heartB2
And you but play a painful partB2
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The world around with little ruthC2
Still laughs at maids who have not youthC2
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And right or wrong the old maid restsD2
The victim of its paltry jestsD2
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And still is doomed to meet and bearR
Its pitying smile or furtive sneerS
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These are indeed but petty thingsE2
And yet they touch some hearts like stingsE2
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But I acquit you of the shameF2
Of being unresisting gameF2
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For you are of such tempered clayJ
As turns far stronger shafts awayJ
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And all that foes or fools could guideG2
Would only curl that lip of prideG2
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How then O weary one explainI
The sources of that hidden painI
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Alas you have divined at lengthH2
How little you have used your strengthH2
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Which with who knows what human goodI2
Lies buried in that maidenhoodI2
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Where as amid a field of flowersJ2
You have but played with April showersJ2
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Ah we would wish the world less fairR
If Spring alone adorned the yearS
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And Autumn came not with its fruitI2
And Autumn hymns were ever muteI2
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So I remark without surpriseK2
That as the unvarying season fliesK2
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From day to night and night to dayI2
You sicken of your endless MayI2
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In this poor life we may not crossH
One virtuous instinct without lossH
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And the soul grows not to its heightI2
Till love calls forth its utmost mightI2
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Not blind to all you might have beenI
And with some consciousness of sinI
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Because with love you sometimes playedI2
And choice not fate hath kept you maidI2
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You feel that you must pass from earthL2
But half acquainted with its worthL2
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And that within your heart are deepsH
In which a nobler woman sleepsH
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That not the maiden but the wifeA
Grasps the whole lesson of a lifeA
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While such as you but sit and dreamM2
Along the surface of its streamM2
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And doubtless sometimes all unsoughtI2
There comes upon your hour of thoughtI2
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Despite the struggles of your willN2
A sense of something absent stillN2
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And then you cannot help but yearnI
To love and be beloved in turnI
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As they are loved and love who liveO2
As love were all that life could giveP2
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And in a transient clasp or kissH
Crowd an eternity of blissH
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They who of every mortal joyQ2
Taste always twice nor feel them cloyQ2
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Or if woes come in Sorrow's hourR2
Are strengthened by a double powerR2
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Here ends my feeble sketch of whatI2
Might but will never be your lotI2
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And I foresee how oft these rhymesH
Shall make you smile in after timesH
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If I have read your nature rightI2
It only waits a spark of lightI2
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And when that comes as come it mustI2
It will not fall on arid dustI2
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Nor yet on that which breaks to flameF2
In the first blush of maiden shameF2
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But on a heart which even at restI2
Is warmer than an April nestI2
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Where settling soft that spark shall creepS2
About as gently as a sleepS2
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Still stealing on with pace so slowL
Yourself will scarcely feel the glowL
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Till after many and many a dayI2
Although no gleam its course betrayI2
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It shall attain the inmost shrineI
And wrap it in a fire divineI
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I know not when or whence indeedI2
Shall fall and burst the burning seedI2
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But oh once kindled it will blazeH
I know forever By its raysH
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You will perceive with subtler eyesH
The meaning in the earth and skiesH
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Which with their animated chainI
Of grass and flowers and sun and rainI
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Of green below and blue aboveV
Are but a type of married loveV
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You will perceive that in the breastI2
The germs of many virtues restI2
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Which ere they feel a lover's breathT2
Lie in a temporary deathT2
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And till the heart is wooed and wonI
It is an earth without a sunI
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But now stand forth as sweet as lifeA
And let me paint you as a wifeA
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I note some changes in your faceH
And in your mien a graver graceH
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Yet the calm forehead lightly bearsH
Its weight of twice a score of yearsH
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And that one love which on this earthL2
Can wake the heart to all its worthL2
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And to their height can lift and bindI2
The powers of soul and sense and mindI2
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Hath not allowed a charm to fadeI2
And the wife's lovelier than the maidI2
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An air of still though bright reposeH
Tells that a tender hand bestowsH
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All that a generous manhood mayI2
To make your life one bridal dayI2
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While the kind eyes betray no lessH
In their blue depths of tendernessH
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That you have learned the truths which lieU2
Behind that holy mysteryV2
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Which with its blisses and its woesH
Nor man nor maiden ever knowsH
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If now as to the eyes of oneI
Whose glance not even thought can shunI
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Your soul lay open to my viewW2
I looking all its nature throughW2
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Could see no incompleted partI2
For the whole woman warms your heartI2
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I cannot tell how many deadI2
You number in the cycles fledI2
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And you but look the more sereneI
For all the griefs you may have seenI
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As you had gathered from the dustI2
The flowers of Peace and Hope and TrustI2
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Your smile is even sweeter nowI
Than when it lit your maiden browI
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And that which wakes this gentler charmX2
Coos at this moment on your armX2
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Your voice was always soft in youthC2
And had the very sound of truthC2
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But never were its tones so mildI2
Until you blessed your earliest childI2
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And when to soothe some little wrongY2
It melts into a mother's songY2
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The same strange sweetness which in yearsH
Long vanished filled the eyes with tearsH
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And even when mirthful gave alwaysH
A pathos to your girlish laysH
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Falls with perchance a deeper thrillN2
Upon the breathless listener stillN2
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I cannot guess in what fair spotI2
The chance of Time hath fixed your lotI2
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Nor can I name what manly breastI2
Gives to that head a welcome restI2
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I cannot tell if partial FateI2
Hath made you poor or rZ2

Henry Timrod



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