Late Loved--well Loved Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEF GHG GIGIJGJGK KL MNONGGGGGPGP QRQRSPSPTQTQ GUGUV VWXGXGYIY GGG GZGZA2YA2YGGGG GGG GIG| He stood beside her in the dawn | A |
| And she his Dawn and she his Spring | B |
| From her bright palm she fed her fawn | A |
| Her swift eyes chased the swallow's wing | B |
| Her restless lips smile haunted cast | C |
| Shrill silver calls to hound and dove | D |
| Her young locks wove them with the blast | C |
| To the flush'd azure shrine above | D |
| The light boughs o'er her golden head | E |
| Toss'd em'rald arm and blossom palm | F |
| The perfume of their prayer was spread | E |
| On the sweet wind in breath of balm | F |
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| 'Dawn of my heart ' he said 'O child | G |
| Knit thy pure eyes a space with mine | H |
| O chrystal child eyes undefiled | G |
| Let fair love leap from mine to thine ' | - |
| 'The Dawn is young ' she smiled and said | G |
| 'Too young for Love's dear joy and woe | I |
| Too young to crown her careless head | G |
| With his ripe roses Let me go | I |
| Unquestion'd for a longer space | J |
| Perchance when day is at the flood | G |
| In thy true palm I'll gladly place | J |
| Love's flower in its rounding bud | G |
| But now the day is all too young | K |
| The Dawn and I are playmates still ' | - |
| She slipped the blossomed boughs among | K |
| He strode beyond the violet hill | L |
| - | |
| Again they stand Imperial noon | M |
| Lays her red sceptre on the earth | N |
| Where golden hangings make a gloom | O |
| And far off lutes sing dreamy mirth | N |
| The peacocks cry to lily cloud | G |
| From the white gloss of balustrade | G |
| Tall urns of gold the gloom make proud | G |
| Tall statues whitely strike the shade | G |
| And pulse in the dim quivering light | G |
| Until most Galatea wise | P |
| Each looks from base of malachite | G |
| With mystic life in limbs and eyes | P |
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| Her robe a golden wave that rose | Q |
| And burst and clung as water clings | R |
| To her long curves about her flows | Q |
| Each jewel on her white breast sings | R |
| Its silent song of sun and fire | S |
| No wheeling swallows smite the skies | P |
| And upward draw the faint desire | S |
| Weaving its myst'ry in her eyes | P |
| In the white kisses of the tips | T |
| Of her long fingers lies a rose | Q |
| Snow pale beside her curving lips | T |
| Red by her snowy breast it glows | Q |
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| 'Noon of my soul ' he says 'behold | G |
| The day is ripe the rose full blown | U |
| Love stands in panoply of gold | G |
| To Jovian height and strength now grown | U |
| No infant he a king he stands | V |
| And pleads with thee for love again ' | - |
| 'Ah yes ' she says 'in known lands | V |
| He kings it lord of subtlest pain | W |
| The moon is full the rose is fair | X |
| Too fair 'tis neither white nor red | G |
| 'I know the rose that love should wear | X |
| Must redden as the heart had bled | G |
| The moon is mellow bright and I | Y |
| Am happy in its perfect glow | I |
| The slanting sun the rose may dye | Y |
| But for the sweet noon let me go ' | - |
| She parted shimm'ring thro' the shade | G |
| Bent the fair splendour of her head | G |
| 'Would the rich noon were past ' he said | G |
| Would the pale rose were flush'd to red ' | - |
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| Again The noon is past and night | G |
| Binds on his brow the blood red Mars | Z |
| Down dusky vineyards dies the fight | G |
| And blazing hamlets slay the stars | Z |
| Shriek the shrill shells the heated throats | A2 |
| Of thunderous cannon burst and high | Y |
| Scales the fierce joy of bugle notes | A2 |
| The flame dimm'd splendours of the sky | Y |
| He dying lies beside his blade | G |
| Clear smiling as a warrior blest | G |
| With victory smiles thro' sinister shade | G |
| Gleams the White Cross upon her breast | G |
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| 'Soul of my soul or is it night | G |
| Or is it dawn or is it day | G |
| I see no more nor dark nor light | G |
| I hear no more the distant fray ' | - |
| ''Tis Dawn ' she whispers 'Dawn at last | G |
| Bright flush'd with love's immortal glow | I |
| For me as thee all earth is past | G |
| Late loved well loved now let us go ' | - |
Isabella Valancy Crawford
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