Orlie Wilde Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CDCDD CCEE CFCGCCGGFFCCHH EEBBIICCJJ GGKKLLKMNNMCCCCCOPQC ORRCCSSCCBB PPCCTTUVW L XFFXXCCLLYYZZA2 CCCCB2LB2LL BC2C2BUD2CLLCCCCCC LLLL E2BKKCCE2E2B2B2KKTTW WF2F2CCCG2G2E2E2CCH2 KCCKKHHCC KKI2I2KKKKKK KKJ2J2BB CCCCE2CKKKKK2K2 KKK2KKKKB2B2KKC2CCC2| A goddess with a siren's grace | A |
| A sun haired girl on a craggy place | A |
| Above a bay where fish boats lay | B |
| Drifting about like birds of prey | B |
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| Wrought was she of a painter's dream | C |
| Wise only as are artists wise | D |
| My artist friend Rolf Herschkelhiem | C |
| With deep sad eyes of oversize | D |
| And face of melancholy guise | D |
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| I pressed him that he tell to me | C |
| This masterpiece's history | C |
| He turned REturned and thus beguiled | E |
| Me with the tale of Orlie Wilde | E |
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| We artists live ideally | C |
| We breed our firmest facts of air | F |
| We make our own reality | C |
| We dream a thing and it is so | G |
| The fairest scenes we ever see | C |
| Are mirages of memory | C |
| The sweetest thoughts we ever know | G |
| We plagiarize from Long Ago | G |
| And as the girl on canvas there | F |
| Is marvelously rare and fair | F |
| 'Tis only inasmuch as she | C |
| Is dumb and may not speak to me | C |
| He tapped me with his mahlstick then | H |
| The picture and went on again | H |
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| Orlie Wilde the fisher's child | E |
| I see her yet as fair and mild | E |
| As ever nursling summer day | B |
| Dreamed on the bosom of the bay | B |
| For I was twenty then and went | I |
| Alone and long haired all content | I |
| With promises of sounding name | C |
| And fantasies of future fame | C |
| And thoughts that now my mind discards | J |
| As editor a fledgling bard's | J |
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| At evening once I chanced to go | G |
| With pencil and portfolio | G |
| Adown the street of silver sand | K |
| That winds beneath this craggy land | K |
| To make a sketch of some old scurf | L |
| Of driftage nosing through the surf | L |
| A splintered mast with knarl and strand | K |
| Of rigging rope and tattered threads | M |
| Of flag and streamer and of sail | N |
| That fluttered idly in the gale | N |
| Or whipped themselves to sadder shreds | M |
| The while I wrought half listlessly | C |
| On my dismantled subject came | C |
| A sea bird settling on the same | C |
| With plaintive moan as though that he | C |
| Had lost his mate upon the sea | C |
| And with my melancholy trend | O |
| It brought dim dreams half understood | P |
| It wrought upon my morbid mood | Q |
| I thought of my own voyagings | C |
| That had no end that have no end | O |
| And like the sea bird I made moan | R |
| That I was loveless and alone | R |
| And when at last with weary wings | C |
| It went upon its wanderings | C |
| With upturned face I watched its flight | S |
| Until this picture met my sight | S |
| A goddess with a siren's grace | C |
| A sun haired girl on a craggy place | C |
| Above a bay where fish boats lay | B |
| Drifting about like birds of prey | B |
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| In airy poise she gazing stood | P |
| A machless form of womanhood | P |
| That brought a thought that if for me | C |
| Such eyes had sought across the sea | C |
| I could have swum the widest tide | T |
| That ever mariner defied | T |
| And at the shore could on have gone | U |
| To that high crag she stood upon | V |
| To there entreat and say 'My Sweet | W |
| Behold thy servant at thy feet ' | - |
| And to my soul I said 'Above | L |
| There stands the idol of thy love ' | - |
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| In this rapt awed ecstatic state | X |
| I gazed till lo I was aware | F |
| A fisherman had joined her there | F |
| A weary man with halting gait | X |
| Who toiled beneath a basket's weight | X |
| Her father as I guessed for she | C |
| Had run to meet him gleefully | C |
| And ta'en his burden to herself | L |
| That perched upon her shoulder's shelf | L |
| So lightly that she tripping neared | Y |
| A jutting crag and disappeared | Y |
| But she left the echo of a song | Z |
| That thrills me yet and will as long | Z |
| As I have being | A2 |
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| Evenings came | C |
| And went but each the same the same | C |
| She watched above and even so | C |
| I stood there watching from below | C |
| Till grown so bold at last I sung | B2 |
| What matter now the theme thereof | L |
| It brought an answer from her tongue | B2 |
| Faint as the murmur of a dove | L |
| Yet all the more the song of love | L |
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| I turned and looked upon the bay | B |
| With palm to forehead eyes a blur | C2 |
| In the sea's smile meant but for her | C2 |
| I saw the fish boats far away | B |
| In misty distance lightly drawn | U |
| In chalk dots on the horizon | D2 |
| Looked back at her long wistfully | C |
| And pushing off an empty skiff | L |
| I beckoned her to quit the cliff | L |
| And yield me her rare company | C |
| Upon a little pleasure cruise | C |
| She stood as loathful to refuse | C |
| To muse for full a moment's time | C |
| Then answered back in pantomime | C |
| 'She feared some danger from the sea | C |
| Were she discovered thus with me ' | - |
| I motioned then to ask her if | L |
| I might not join her on the cliff | L |
| And back again with graceful wave | L |
| Of lifted arm she anwer gave | L |
| 'She feared some danger from the sea ' | - |
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| Impatient piqued impetuous I | E2 |
| Sprang in the boat and flung 'Good by' | B |
| From pouted mouth with angry hand | K |
| And madly pulled away from land | K |
| With lusty stroke despite that she | C |
| Held out her hands entreatingly | C |
| And when far out with covert eye | E2 |
| I shoreward glanced I saw her fly | E2 |
| In reckless haste adown the crag | B2 |
| Her hair a flutter like a flag | B2 |
| Of gold that danced across the strand | K |
| In little mists of silver sand | K |
| All curious I pausing tried | T |
| To fancy what it all implied | T |
| When suddenly I found my feet | W |
| Were wet and underneath the seat | W |
| On which I sat I heard the sound | F2 |
| Of gurgling waters and I found | F2 |
| The boat aleak alarmingly | C |
| I turned and looked upon the sea | C |
| Whose every wave seemed mocking me | C |
| I saw the fishers' sails once more | G2 |
| In dimmer distance than before | G2 |
| I saw the sea bird wheeling by | E2 |
| With foolish wish that I could fly | E2 |
| I thought of firm earth home and friends | C |
| I thought of everything that tends | C |
| To drive a man to frenzy and | H2 |
| To wholly lose his own command | K |
| I thought of all my waywardness | C |
| Thought of a mother's deep distress | C |
| Of youthful follies yet unpurged | K |
| Sins as the seas about me surged | K |
| Thought of the printer's ready pen | H |
| To morrow drowning me again | H |
| A million things without a name | C |
| I thought of everything but Fame | C |
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| A memory yet is in my mind | K |
| So keenly clear and sharp defined | K |
| I picture every phase and line | I2 |
| Of life and death and neither mine | I2 |
| While some fair seraph golden haired | K |
| Bends over me with white arms bared | K |
| That strongly plait themselves about | K |
| My drowning weight and lift me out | K |
| With joy too great for words to state | K |
| Or tongue to dare articulate | K |
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| And this seraphic ocean child | K |
| And heroine was Orlie Wilde | K |
| And thus it was I came to hear | J2 |
| Her voice's music in my ear | J2 |
| Ay thus it was Fate paved the way | B |
| That I walk desolate to day | B |
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| The artist paused and bowed his face | C |
| Within his palms a little space | C |
| While reverently on his form | C |
| I bent my gaze and marked a storm | C |
| That shook his frame as wrathfully | E2 |
| As some typhoon of agony | C |
| And fraught with sobs the more profound | K |
| For that peculiar laughing sound | K |
| We hear when strong men weep I leant | K |
| With warmest sympathy I bent | K |
| To stroke with soothing hand his brow | K2 |
| He murmuring Tis over now | K2 |
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| And shall I tie the silken thread | K |
| Of my frail romance Yes I said | K |
| He faintly smiled and then with brow | K2 |
| In kneading palm as one in dread | K |
| His tasseled cap pushed from his head | K |
| 'Her voice's music ' I repeat | K |
| He said 'twas sweet O passing sweet | K |
| Though she herself in uttering | B2 |
| Its melody proved not the thing | B2 |
| Of loveliness my dreams made meet | K |
| For me there yearning at her feet | K |
| Prone at her feet a worshiper | C2 |
| For lo she spake a tongue moaned he | C |
| Unknown to me unknown to me | C |
| As mine to her as mine to her | C2 |
James Whitcomb Riley
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