Adelaide Ironside Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF AGAH HIHI JKJK HLHL HBMBM BHNBH JBJB BABA OJOJ| Knowest thou now O Love Oh pure from the death of thy summer of sweetness | A |
| Seest thou now O new born Delight of the Ransomed and Free | B |
| We have gathered the flower for the fruit we have hastened the hour of thy meetness | A |
| For thou wert sealed unto us and thine Angel hath waited for thee | B |
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| Not in disdain O Love O Sweet of desires that are earthly and mortal | C |
| Not in the scorn of thine Art whose beginning and end is Divine | D |
| So soon have we borne thee asleep through the glow of the uttermost portal | C |
| But in the ruth of high souls that have travelled with longings like thine | D |
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| Nothing is lost O Love O mine and thy seemingly broken endeavour | E |
| Here re appeareth transfigured as thou yet the Art of thy youth | F |
| And the light of the Spirit of Beauty is on it for ever and ever | E |
| For Art is the garment of Praise and the broidered apparel of Truth | F |
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| Seest thou now O Love how Art in a way to mortality nameless | A |
| Liveth again soul informed love sustained self completing for aye | G |
| How thy heart's purpose was good and the dream of thy maidenhood blameless | A |
| How thy fair dawn is fulfilled in the light of ineffable day | H |
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| Seest thou now O Love O Fair how the high spiritlife is Art regnant | H |
| Art become bliss and harmonious response to the Infinite Will | I |
| Fused and transfused into Love with the germs of eternity pregnant | H |
| Crowned as the law of the beauty of Holiness throned yet Art still | I |
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| Not then in vain O Love thy dawn nor the dream of thy holy ambition | J |
| Never a trace of thy finger hath witnessed for Beauty in vain | K |
| In the bloom of the noon of thine ardour thy soul became fair for fruition | J |
| We have smitten the green into gold but to spare thee the harvest of pain | K |
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| Nothing that came from thy hand O Love made void cut off evanescent | H |
| From the infantile essay that strove with the weapon of outline alone | L |
| To the Angels thou lovedst to portray with luminous plumes iridescent | H |
| Till thy soul drew so near unto us that we took thee for one of our own | L |
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| Now may'st thou trace O Heart Sweet Heart from on high all the way I have led | H |
| thee | B |
| From the youth of a world in the Seas of the South to unperishing Rome | M |
| For the lure of thy following soul was the sheen of my wings that o'erspread thee | B |
| Flushing with reflex of glory the path of thy pilgrimage home | M |
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| By the way of the age of the world I have chosen to lead thee to glory | B |
| Of the wine of the might of the world have I given thee to drink ere thou slept | H |
| Where the Masters have walked I have laid thee ensphered with the darlings of | N |
| story | B |
| I have waked thee a perfected spirit matured yet thine innocence kept | H |
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| There too I led thee to feed thee with prescience and keen imitation | J |
| Of the art adjuvant Grace that hath given thee a love gift to me | B |
| By the work of my hands did I wake in thee foretaste of Transfiguration | J |
| For thine Angel once wrought upon earth as thou and his work thou didst see | B |
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| Now is thy spirit O Love in mine In thy heart I behold thou dost know me | B |
| I looked for thy glad recognition no converse of aliens is this | A |
| Oft when thy longings went upward thy soul like a mirror below me | B |
| Caught my own loveliest visions in shapes of Elysian bliss | A |
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| Name me not now O Love O mine for the name of my days of wayfaring | O |
| Still hath the note of a fevered desire and an echo of pain | J |
| Come thou O Gift of long hope to the home of thine Angel's preparing | O |
| There I shall show thee the mercy of God and the things that remain | J |
James Brunton Stephens
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