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Orlie Wilde Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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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 '	-
	-
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