Perdita. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD E EF GHGH IJIJ KFKF LFLF MEME FNFB ODOD PQPQ EFEF RFRF ST NFNF F FU FFFF VWVW M MK XAXA YFYF| I go beyond the commandment ' So be it Then mine be the blame | A |
| The loss the lack the yearning till life's last sand be run | B |
| I go beyond the commandment yet honour stands fast with her claim | A |
| And what I have rued I shall rue for what I have done I have done | B |
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| Hush hush for what of the future you cannot the base exalt | C |
| There is no bridging a chasm over that yawns with so sheer incline | D |
| I will not any sweet daughter's cheek should pale for this mother's fault | C |
| Nor son take leave to lower his life a thinking on mine | D |
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| ' Will I tell you all ' So this e'en this will I do for your great love's sake | E |
| Think what it costs 'Then let there be silence silence you'll count consent ' | - |
| No and no and for ever no rather to cross and to break | E |
| And to lower your passion I speak that other it was I meant | F |
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| That other I meant but I know not how to speak of nor April days | G |
| Nor a man's sweet voice that pleaded O but I promised this | H |
| He never talked of marriage never I grant him that praise | G |
| And he bent his stately head and I lost and he won with a kiss | H |
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| He led me away O how poignant sweet the nightingale's note that noon | I |
| I beheld and each crisped spire of grass to him for my sake was fair | J |
| And warm winds flattered my soul blowing straight from the soul of June | I |
| And a lovely lie was spread on the fields but the blue was bare | J |
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| When I looked up he said 'Love fair love O rather look in these eyes | K |
| With thine far sweeter than eyes of Eve when she stepped the valley unshod' | F |
| For ONE might be looking through it he thought and he would not in any wise | K |
| I should mark it open limitless empty bare 'neath the gaze of God | F |
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| Ah me I was happy yes I was 't is fit you should know it all | L |
| While love was warm and tender and yearning the rough winds troubled me not | F |
| I heard them moan without in the forest heard the chill rains fall | L |
| But I thought my place was sheltered with him I forgot I forgot | F |
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| After came news of a wife I think he was glad I should know | M |
| To stay my pleading 'take me to church and give me my ring' | E |
| 'You should have spoken before ' he had sighed when I prayed him so | M |
| For his heart was sick for himself and me and this bitter thing | E |
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| But my dream was over me still I was half beguiled | F |
| And he in his kindness left me seldom O seldom alone | N |
| And yet love waxed cold and I saw the face of my little child | F |
| And then at the last I knew what I was and what I had done | B |
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| 'YOU will give me the name of wife YOU will give me a ring ' O peace | O |
| You are not let to ruin your life because I ruined mine | D |
| You will go to your people at home There will be rest and release | O |
| The bitter now will be sweet full soon ay and denial divine | D |
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| But spare me the ending I did not wait to be quite cast away | P |
| I left him asleep and the bare sun rising shone red on my gown | Q |
| There was dust in the lane I remember prints of feet in it lay | P |
| And honeysuckle trailed in the path that led on to the down | Q |
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| I was going nowhere I wandered up then turned and dared to look back | E |
| Where low in the valley he careless and quiet quiet and careless slept | F |
| 'Did I love him yet ' I loved him Ay my heart on the upland track | E |
| Cried to him sighed to him out by the wheat as I walked and I wept | F |
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| I knew of another alas one that had been in my place | R |
| Her little ones she forsaken were almost in need | F |
| I went to her and carried my babe then all in my satins and lace | R |
| I sank at the step of her desolate door a mourner indeed | F |
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| I cried ''T is the way of the world would I had never been born ' | - |
| 'Ay 't is the way of the world but have you no sense to see | S |
| For all the way of the world ' she answers and laughs me to scorn | T |
| 'The world is made the world that it is by fools like you like me ' | - |
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| Right hard upon me hard on herself and cold as the cold stone | N |
| But she took me in and while I lay sick I knew I was lost | F |
| Lost with the man I loved or lost without him making my moan | N |
| Blighted and rent of the bitter frost wrecked tempest tossed lost lost | F |
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| How am I fallen we that might make of the world what we would | F |
| Some of us sink in deep waters Ah 'you would raise me again ' | - |
| No true heart you cannot you cannot and all in my soul that is good | F |
| Cries out against such a wrong Let be your quest is for ever in vain | U |
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| For I feel with another heart I think with another mind | F |
| I have worsened life I have wronged the world I have lowered the light | F |
| But as for him his words and his ways were after his kind | F |
| He did but spoil where he could and waste where he might | F |
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| For he was let to do it I let him and left his soul | V |
| To walk mid the ruins he made of home in remembrance of love's despairs | W |
| Despairs that harden the hearts of men and shadow their heads with dole | V |
| And woman's fault though never on earth may be healed but what of theirs | W |
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| 'T was fit you should hear it all What tears they comfort me now you will go | M |
| Nor wrong your life for the nought you call 'a pair of beautiful eyes ' | - |
| 'I will not say I love you ' Truly I will not no | M |
| 'Will I pity you ' Ay but the pang will be short you shall wake and be wise | K |
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| 'Shall we meet We shall meet on the other side but not before | X |
| I shall be pure and fair I shall hear the sound of THE NAME | A |
| And see the form of His face You too will walk on that shore | X |
| In the garden of the Lord God where neither is sorrow nor shame | A |
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| Farewell I shall bide alone for God took my one white lamb | Y |
| I work for such as she was and I will the while I last | F |
| But there's no beginning again ever I am what I am | Y |
| And nothing nothing nothing can do away with the past | F |
Jean Ingelow
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