Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Vi. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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'Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all	A
Dark matrix she from which the human soul	B
Has its last birth whence with its misty thews	C
Close knitted in her blackness issues out	D
Strong for immortal toil up such great heights	C
As crown o'er crown rise through Eternity	E
Without the loud deep clamour of her wail	F
The iron of her hands the biting brine	G
Of her black tears the Soul but lightly built	H
of indeterminate spirit like a mist	I
Would lapse to Chaos in soft gilded dreams	C
As mists fade in the gazing of the sun	J
Sorrow dark mother of the soul arise	C
Be crown'd with spheres where thy bless'd children dwell	K
Who but for thee were not No lesser seat	L
Be thine thou Helper of the Universe	C
Than planet on planet pil'd thou instrument	M
Close clasp'd within the great Creative Hand '	N
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The Land had put his ruddy gauntlet on	O
Of Harvest gold to dash in Famine's face	C
And like a vintage wain deep dy'd with juice	C
The great moon falter'd up the ripe blue sky	P
Drawn by silver stars like oxen white	Q
And horn'd with rays of light Down the rich land	R
Malcolm's small valleys fill'd with grain lip high	P
Lay round a lonely hill that fac'd the moon	S
And caught the wine kiss of its ruddy light	Q
A cusp'd dark wood caught in its black embrace	C
The valleys and the hill and from its wilds	C
Spic'd with dark cedars cried the Whip poor will	T
A crane belated sail'd across the moon	S
On the bright small close link'd lakes green islets lay	U
Dusk knots of tangl'd vines or maple boughs	C
Or tuft'd cedars boss'd upon the waves	C
The gay enamell'd children of the swamp	V
Roll'd a low bass to treble tinkling notes	C
Of little streamlets leaping from the woods	C
Close to old Malcolm's mills two wooden jaws	C
Bit up the water on a sloping floor	W
And here in season rush'd the great logs down	X
To seek the river winding on its way	U
In a green sheen smooth as a Naiad's locks	C
The water roll'd between the shudd'ring jaws	C
Then on the river level roar'd and reel'd	Y
In ivory arm'd conflict with itself	Z
'Look down ' said Alfred 'Katie look and see	E
'How that but pictures my mad heart to you	A2
'It tears itself in fighting that mad love	B2
'You swear is hopeless hopeless is it so '	-
'Ah yes ' said Katie 'ask me not again '	-
'But Katie Max is false no word has come	C2
'Nor any sign from him for many months	C
'And he is happy with his Indian wife '	-
She lifted eyes fair as the fresh grey dawn	D2
with all its dews and promises of sun	J
'O Alfred saver of my little life	E2
'Look in my eyes and read them honestly '	-
He laugh'd till all the isles and forests laugh'd	F2
'O simple child what may the forest flames	C
'See in the woodland ponds but their own fires	C
'And have you Katie neither fears nor doubts '	-
She with the flow'r soft pinkness of her palm	G2
Cover'd her sudden tears then quickly said	H2
'Fears never doubts for true love never doubts '	-
Then Alfred paus'd a space as one who holds	C
A white doe by the throat and searches for	W
The blade to slay her 'This your answer still	T
'You doubt not doubt not this far love of yours	C
'Tho' sworn a false young recreant Kate by me '	-
'He is as true as I am ' Katie said	H2
'And did I seek for stronger simile	T
'I could not find such in the universe '	-
'And were he dead what Katie were he dead	H2
'A handful of brown dust a flame blown out	D
'What then would love be strongly true to Naught '	-
'Still true to love my love would be ' she said	H2
And faintly smiling pointed to the stars	C
'O fool ' said Alfred stirr'd as craters rock	I2
'To their own throes and over his pale lips	C
Roll'd flaming stone his molten heart 'Then fool	T
'Be true to what thou wilt for he is dead	H2
'And there have grown this gilded summer past	J2
'Grasses and buds from his unburied flesh	K2
'I saw him dead I heard his last loud cry	P
''O Kate ' ring thro' the woods in truth I did '	-
She half raised up a piteous pleading hand	R
Then fell along the mosses at his feet	L
'Now will I show I love you Kate ' he said	H2
'And give you gift of love you shall not wake	L2
'To feel the arrow feather deep within	M2
'Your constant heart For me I never meant	N2
'To crawl an hour beyond what time I felt	O2
'The strange fang'd monster that they call Remorse	C
'Fold found my waken'd heart The hour has come	C2
'And as Love grew the welded folds of steel	T
'Slipp'd round in horrid zones In Love's flaming eyes	C
'Stared its fell eyeballs and with Hydra head	H2
'It sank hot fangs in breast and brow and thigh	P
'Come Kate O Anguish is a simple knave	P2
'Whom hucksters could outwit with small trade lies	C
'When thus so easily his smarting thralls	C
'May flee his knout Come come my little Kate	Q2
'The black porch with its fringe of poppies waits	C
'A propylaleum hospitably wide	R2
'No lictors with their fasces at its jaws	C
'Its floor as kindly to my fire vein'd feet	L
'As to thy silver lilied sinless ones	C
'O you shall slumber soundly tho' the white	Q
'Wild waters pluck the crocus of your hair	S2
'And scaly spies stare with round lightless eyes	C
'At your small face laid on my stony breast	T2
'Come Kate I must not have you wake dear heart	U2
'To hear you cry perchance on your dead Max '	-
He turn'd her still face close upon his breast	T2
And with his lips upon her soft ring'd hair	S2
Leap'd from the bank low shelving o'er the knot	V2
Of frantic waters at the long slide's foot	W2
And as the sever'd waters crash'd and smote	W2
Together once again within the wave	P2
Stunn'd chamber of his ear there peal'd a cry	P
'O Kate stay madman traitor stay O Kate '	-
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Max gaunt as prairie wolves in famine time	X2
With long drawn sickness reel'd upon the bank	Y2
Katie new rescu'd waking in his arms	C
On the white riot of the waters gleam'd	W2
The face of Alfred calm with close seal'd eyes	C
And blood red on his temple where it smote	W2
The mossy timbers of the groaning slide	W2
'O God ' said Max as Katie's opening eyes	C
Looked up to his slow budding to a smile	T
Of wonder and of bliss 'My Kate my Kate '	-
She saw within his eyes a larger soul	T
Than that light spirit that before she knew	A2
And read the meaning of his glance and words	C
'Do as you will my Max I would not keep	Z2
'You back with one light falling finger tip '	-
And cast herself from his large arms upon	O
The mosses at his feet and hid her face	C
That she might not behold what he would do	A2
Or lest the terror in her shining eyes	C
Might bind him to her and prevent his soul	T
Work out its greatness and her long wet hair	S2
Drew mass'd about her ears to shut the sound	W2
Of the vex'd waters from her anguish'd brain	A3
Max look'd upon her turning as he look'd	W2
A moment came a voice in Katie's soul	T
'Arise be not dismay'd arise and look	B3
'If he should perish 'twill be as a God	W2
'For he would die to save his enemy '	-
But answer'd her torn heart 'I cannot look	B3
'I cannot look and see him sob and die	W2
'In those pale angry arms O let me rest	W2
'Blind blind and deaf until the swift pac'd end	W2
'My Max O God was that his Katie's name '	-
Like a pale dove hawk hunted Katie ran	C3
Her fear's beak in her shoulder and below	T
Where the coil'd waters straighten'd to a stream	D3
Found Max all bruis'd and bleeding on they bank	Y2
But smiling with man's triumph in his eyes	C
When he has on fierce Danger's lion neck	E3
Plac'd his right hand and pluck'd the prey away	U
And at his feet lay Alfred still and while	T
A willow's shadow tremb'ling on his face	C
'There lies the false fair devil O my Kate	W2
'Who would have parted us but could not Kate '	-
'But could not Max ' said Katie 'Is he dead '	-
But swift perusing Max's strange dear face	C
Close clasp'd against his breast forgot him straight	W2
And ev'ry other evil thing upon	O
The broad green earth	F3
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Malcolm's Katie A Love Story Part VII	P2
Again rang out the music of the axe	C
And on the slope as in his happy dreams	C
The home of Max with wealth of drooping vines	C
On the rude walls and in the trellis'd porch	G3
Sat Katie smiling o'er the rich fresh fields	C
And by her side sat Malcolm hale and strong	H3
Upon his knee a little smiling child	W2
Nam'd Alf	P2

Isabella Valancy Crawford

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