An Out-worn Sappho Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBBC DEDEECEEC FGHGGCGGC IJIJJCJJC CCCCCCCCC CKCKKCKKC KCKCCCCCC LMLMMCMMC CCCCCCCCC NCNCCCCCC ACAACAACHow tired I am I sink down all alone | A |
Here by the wayside of the Present Lo | B |
Even as a child I hide my face and moan | A |
A little girl that may no farther go | B |
The path above me only seems to grow | B |
More rugged climbing still and ever briered | C |
With keener thorns of pain than these below | B |
And O the bleeding feet that falter so | B |
And are so very tired | C |
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Why I have journeyed from the far off Lands | D |
Of Babyhood where baby lilies blew | E |
Their trumpets in mine ears and filled my hands | D |
With treasures of perfume and honey dew | E |
And where the orchard shadows ever drew | E |
Their cool arms round me when my cheeks were fired | C |
With too much joy and lulled mine eyelids to | E |
And only let the starshine trickle through | E |
In sprays when I was tired | C |
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Yet I remember when the butterfly | F |
Went flickering about me like a flame | G |
That quenched itself in roses suddenly | H |
How oft I wished that I might blaze the same | G |
And in some rose wreath nestle with my name | G |
While all the world looked on it and admired | C |
Poor moth Along my wavering flight toward fame | G |
The winds drive backward and my wings are lame | G |
And broken bruised and tired | C |
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I hardly know the path from those old times | I |
I know at first it was a smoother one | J |
Than this that hurries past me now and climbs | I |
So high its far cliffs even hide the sun | J |
And shroud in gloom my journey scarce begun | J |
I could not do quite all the world required | C |
I could not do quite all I should have done | J |
And in my eagerness I have outrun | J |
My strength and I am tired | C |
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Just tired But when of old I had the stay | C |
Of mother hands O very sweet indeed | C |
It was to dream that all the weary way | C |
I should but follow where I now must lead | C |
For long ago they left me in my need | C |
And groping on alone I tripped and mired | C |
Among rank grasses where the serpents breed | C |
In knotted coils about the feet of speed | C |
There first it was I tired | C |
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And yet I staggered on and bore my load | C |
Right gallantly The sun in summer time | K |
In lazy belts came slipping down the road | C |
To woo me on with many a glimmering rhyme | K |
Rained from the golden rim of some fair clime | K |
That hovering beyond the clouds inspired | C |
My failing heart with fancies so sublime | K |
I half forgot my path of dust and grime | K |
Though I was growing tired | C |
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And there were many voices cheering me | K |
I listened to sweet praises where the wind | C |
Went laughing o'er my shoulders gleefully | K |
And scattering my love songs far behind | C |
Until at last I thought the world so kind | C |
So rich in all my yearning soul desired | C |
So generous so loyally inclined | C |
I grew to love and trust it I was blind | C |
Yea blind as I was tired | C |
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And yet one hand held me in creature touch | L |
And O how fair it was how true and strong | M |
How it did hold my heart up like a crutch | L |
Till in my dreams I joyed to walk along | M |
The toilsome way contented with a song | M |
'Twas all of earthly things I had acquired | C |
And 'twas enough I feigned or right or wrong | M |
Since binding me to man a mortal thong | M |
It stayed me growing tired | C |
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Yea I had e'en resigned me to the strait | C |
Of earthly rulership had bowed my head | C |
Acceptant of the master mind the great | C |
One lover lord of all the perfected | C |
Kiss comrade of my soul had stammering said | C |
My prayers to him all all that he desired | C |
I rendered sacredly as we were wed | C |
Nay nay 'twas but a myth I worshipped | C |
And God of love how tired | C |
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For O my friends to lose the latest grasp | N |
To feel the last hope slipping from its hold | C |
To feel the one fond hand within your clasp | N |
Fall slack and loosen with a touch so cold | C |
Its pressure may not warm you as of old | C |
Before the light of love had thus expired | C |
To know your tears are worthless though they rolled | C |
Their torrents out in molten drops of gold | C |
God's pity I am tired | C |
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And I must rest Yet do not say 'She died ' | - |
In speaking of me sleeping here alone | A |
I kiss the grassy grave I sink beside | C |
And close mine eyes in slumber all mine own | A |
Hereafter I shall neither sob nor moan | A |
Nor murmur one complaint all I desired | C |
And failed in life to find will now be known | A |
So let me dream Good night And on the stone | A |
Say simply She was tired | C |
James Whitcomb Riley
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