The Letter L Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG BHBH FIFI JKJK LMNO GPGP QRQR STST CJCJ UPUP VTVT WXWX YOYO ZA2ZA2 B2C2B2C2 TJTJ CD2CD2 E2F2E2F2 G2TG2T H2CH2C JI2JI2 TJ2TJ2 K2HK2H EL2EL2 M2CM2C N2O2N2O2 MD2MD2 UVUV D2P2D2P2 Q2FQ2F R2OR2O S2T2S2U2 V2W2V2W2 FX2FX2 Q2Q2Q2Q2 Y2Y2Y2Y2 Q2LQ2L FZ2FZ2 A3Q2A3Q2 Q2DQ2D Q2A2Q2A2 Q2U2Q2 Q2B3Q2B3 FQ2FQ2 W2C3W2C3 Y2F2Y2F2 D3E3D3E3 JQ2JQ2 TB3T Q2Q2Q2Q2 Y2FY2F MJMJ C3F3C3F3 Y2JY2J Y2A2Y2A2 FQ2FQ2 Q2Q2Q2Q2 FFFF Q2Y2Q2Y2 PQ2PQ2 PMPM Q2QQ2Q Q2Y2Q2Y2 Y2Q2Y2Q2 D2Q2D2Q2 Q2G3Q2G3 Q2PQ2P MPMP Y2Y2Y2Y2 Q2Q2Q2Q2 H3I3H3I3 Q2PQ2P J3K3J3K3 FPFP Y2TY2T Q2Q2Q2Q2 D3FD3F Y2TY2T FQ2FQ2 PPPP Q2I3Q2I3 Q2Q2Q2Q2 TPTP Q2Q2Q2Q2 Q2PQ2 Q2L3Q2L3 PO2PO2 PFPF Y2JY2J Y2Y2Y2Y2 M3Q2M3Q2 QA3QA3 Q2FQ2F Q2Q2Q2Q2 FQ2FQ2 Q2O2Q2O2 Q2 W2Q2W2Q2 PY2PY2 Q2QQ2Q Q2PQ2P Q2Q2Q2Q2 N3Q2N3Q2 Q2PQ2P Q2Q2Q2Q2 Q2Y2Q2Y2 Q2QQ2Q Y2Y2Y2Y2 Y2MY2M Q2Q2Q2Q2 O3JO3J FJFJ O2TO2T Q2Q2Q2Q2 Y2FY2F PO2PO2 P3Q2P3Q2 Q3PQ3P PQ2PQ2 Q2PQ2P Q2PQ2P R3Y2R3Y2 O2TO2T S3Y2S3Y2 Q2Q2Q2Q2 Q2Q2Q2Q2 W2O2W2O2 PY2PY2 PQ2PQ2 Q2JQ2J TQ2TQ2 H3JH3J Q2Q2Q2Q2 Y2B3Y2B3 Q2D2Q2D2 Q2Y2Q2Y2 Y2Q2Y2Q2 MQ2MQ2 A3FA3F PY2PY2 Y2FY2F Q2Q2Q2Q2 Q2Y2Q2Y2 P3Q2P3Q2 Y2PY2P Q2JQ2J FY2FY2 Y2Q2Y2Q2 TQ2TQ2 A3PA3P I3Y2I3Y2 Q2Y2Q2Y2 PPPP Q2Q2Q2Q2 Q2I3Q2I3 D3Q2D3Q2 PY2PY2 W2I3W2I3 Q2Q2Y2Y2 Y2T3Y2T3 Y2TY2T PJ3PU3 Y2Y2Y2Y2 PQ2PQ2 W2Y2W2Y2 Y2Y2Y2Y2 Y2A3Y2A3 Y2B3Y2B3 V3Y2V3Y2 Y2Y2Y2Y2 TY2TY2 Y2W3Y2W3 MFMF Y2A3Y2A3 PY2PY2 Y2FY2F PPPP I3MA3M I3D2I3D2| ABSENT | A |
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| We sat on grassy slopes that meet | B |
| With sudden dip the level strand | C |
| The trees hung overhead our feet | B |
| Were on the sand | C |
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| Two silent girls a thoughtful man | D |
| We sunned ourselves in open light | E |
| And felt such April airs as fan | D |
| The Isle of Wight | E |
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| And smelt the wall flower in the crag | F |
| Whereon that dainty waft had fed | G |
| Which made the bell hung cowslip wag | F |
| Her delicate head | G |
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| And let alighting jackdaws fleet | B |
| Adown it open winged and pass | H |
| Till they could touch with outstretched feet | B |
| The warm d grass | H |
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| The happy wave ran up and rang | F |
| Like service bells a long way off | I |
| And down a little freshet sprang | F |
| From mossy trough | I |
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| And splashed into a rain of spray | J |
| And fretted on with daylight's loss | K |
| Because so many bluebells lay | J |
| Leaning across | K |
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| Blue martins gossiped in the sun | L |
| And pairs of chattering daws flew by | M |
| And sailing brigs rocked softly on | N |
| In company | O |
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| Wild cherry boughs above us spread | G |
| The whitest shade was ever seen | P |
| And flicker flicker came and fled | G |
| Sun spots between | P |
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| Bees murmured in the milk white bloom | Q |
| As babes will sigh for deep content | R |
| When their sweet hearts for peace make room | Q |
| As given not lent | R |
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| And we saw on we said no word | S |
| And one was lost in musings rare | T |
| One buoyant as the waft that stirred | S |
| Her shining hair | T |
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| His eyes were bent upon the sand | C |
| Unfathomed deeps within them lay | J |
| A slender rod was in his hand | C |
| A hazel spray | J |
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| Her eyes were resting on his face | U |
| As shyly glad by stealth to glean | P |
| Impressions of his manly grace | U |
| And guarded mien | P |
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| The mouth with steady sweetness set | V |
| And eyes conveying unaware | T |
| The distant hint of some regret | V |
| That harbored there | T |
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| She gazed and in the tender flush | W |
| That made her face like roses blown | X |
| And in the radiance and the hush | W |
| Her thought was shown | X |
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| It was a happy thing to sit | Y |
| So near nor mar his reverie | O |
| She looked not for a part in it | Y |
| So meek was she | O |
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| But it was solace for her eyes | Z |
| And for her heart that yearned to him | A2 |
| To watch apart in loving wise | Z |
| Those musings dim | A2 |
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| Lost lost and gone The Pelham woods | B2 |
| Were full of doves that cooed at ease | C2 |
| The orchis filled her purple hoods | B2 |
| For dainty bees | C2 |
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| He heard not all the delicate air | T |
| Was fresh with falling water spray | J |
| It mattered not he was not there | T |
| But far away | J |
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| Till with the hazel in his hand | C |
| Still drowned in thought it thus befell | D2 |
| He drew a letter on the sand | C |
| The letter L | D2 |
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| And looking on it straight there wrought | E2 |
| A ruddy flush about his brow | F2 |
| His letter woke him absent thought | E2 |
| Rushed homeward now | F2 |
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| And half abashed his hasty touch | G2 |
| Effaced it with a tell tale care | T |
| As if his action had been much | G2 |
| And not his air | T |
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| And she she watched his open palm | H2 |
| Smooth out the letter from the sand | C |
| And rose with aspect almost calm | H2 |
| And filled her hand | C |
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| With cherry bloom and moved away | J |
| To gather wild forget me not | I2 |
| And let her errant footsteps stray | J |
| To one sweet spot | I2 |
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| As if she coveted the fair | T |
| White lining of the silver weed | J2 |
| And cuckoo pint that shaded there | T |
| Empurpled seed | J2 |
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| She had not feared as I divine | K2 |
| Because she had not hoped Alas | H |
| The sorrow of it for that sign | K2 |
| Came but to pass | H |
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| And yet it robbed her of the right | E |
| To give who looked not to receive | L2 |
| And made her blush in love's despite | E |
| That she should grieve | L2 |
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| A shape in white she turned to gaze | M2 |
| Her eyes were shaded with her hand | C |
| And half way up the winding ways | M2 |
| We saw her stand | C |
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| Green hollows of the fring d cliff | N2 |
| Red rocks that under waters show | O2 |
| Blue reaches and a sailing skiff | N2 |
| Were spread below | O2 |
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| She stood to gaze perhaps to sigh | M |
| Perhaps to think but who can tell | D2 |
| How heavy on her heart must lie | M |
| The letter L | D2 |
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| She came anon with quiet grace | U |
| And What she murmured silent yet | V |
| He answered 'Tis a haunted place | U |
| And spell beset | V |
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| O speak to us and break the spell | D2 |
| The spell is broken she replied | P2 |
| I crossed the running brook it fell | D2 |
| It could not bide | P2 |
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| And I have brought a budding world | Q2 |
| Of orchis spires and daisies rank | F |
| And ferny plumes but half uncurled | Q2 |
| From yonder bank | F |
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| And I shall weave of them a crown | R2 |
| And at the well head launch it free | O |
| That so the brook may float it down | R2 |
| And out to sea | O |
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| There may it to some English hands | S2 |
| From fairy meadow seem to come | T2 |
| The fairyest of fairy lands | S2 |
| The land of home | U2 |
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| Weave on he said and as she wove | V2 |
| We told how currents in the deep | W2 |
| With branches from a lemon grove | V2 |
| Blue bergs will sweep | W2 |
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| And messages from shipwrecked folk | F |
| Will navigate the moon led main | X2 |
| And painted boards of splintered oak | F |
| Their port regain | X2 |
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| Then floated out by vagrant thought | Q2 |
| My soul beheld on torrid sand | Q2 |
| The wasteful water set at nought | Q2 |
| Man's skilful hand | Q2 |
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| And suck out gold dust from the box | Y2 |
| And wash it down in weedy whirls | Y2 |
| And split the wine keg on the rocks | Y2 |
| And lose the pearls | Y2 |
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| Ah why to that which needs it not | Q2 |
| Methought should costly things be given | L |
| How much is wasted wrecked forgot | Q2 |
| On this side heaven | L |
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| So musing did mine ears awake | F |
| To maiden tones of sweet reserve | Z2 |
| And manly speech that seemed to make | F |
| The steady curve | Z2 |
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| Of lips that uttered it defer | A3 |
| Their guard and soften for the thought | Q2 |
| She listened and his talk with her | A3 |
| Was fancy fraught | Q2 |
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| There is not much in liberty | Q2 |
| With doubtful pauses he began | D |
| And said to her and said to me | Q2 |
| There was a man | D |
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| There was a man who dreamed one night | Q2 |
| That his dead father came to him | A2 |
| And said when fire was low and light | Q2 |
| Was burning dim | A2 |
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| 'Why vagrant thus my sometime pride | Q2 |
| Unloved unloving wilt thou roam | U2 |
| Sure home is best ' The son replied | Q2 |
| 'I have no home ' | - |
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| 'Shall not I speak ' his father said | Q2 |
| 'Who early chose a youthful wife | B3 |
| And worked for her and with her led | Q2 |
| My happy life | B3 |
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| 'Ay I will speak for I was young | F |
| As thou art now when I did hold | Q2 |
| The prattling sweetness of thy tongue | F |
| Dearer than gold | Q2 |
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| 'And rosy from thy noonday sleep | W2 |
| Would bear thee to admiring kin | C3 |
| And all thy pretty looks would keep | W2 |
| My heart within | C3 |
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| 'Then after mid thy young allies | Y2 |
| For thee ambition flushed my brow | F2 |
| I coveted the school boy prize | Y2 |
| Far more than thou | F2 |
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| 'I thought for thee I thought for all | D3 |
| My gamesome imps that round me grew | E3 |
| The dews of blessing heaviest fall | D3 |
| Where care falls too | E3 |
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| 'And I that sent my boys away | J |
| In youthful strength to earn their bread | Q2 |
| And died before the hair was gray | J |
| Upon my head | Q2 |
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| 'I say to thee though free from care | T |
| A lonely lot an aimless life | B3 |
| The crowning comfort is not there | T |
| Son take a wife ' | - |
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| 'Father beloved ' the son replied | Q2 |
| And failed to gather to his breast | Q2 |
| With arms in darkness searching wide | Q2 |
| The formless guest | Q2 |
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| 'I am but free as sorrow is | Y2 |
| To dry her tears to laugh to talk | F |
| And free as sick men are I wis | Y2 |
| To rise and walk | F |
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| 'And free as poor men are to buy | M |
| If they have nought wherewith to pay | J |
| Nor hope the debt before they die | M |
| To wipe away | J |
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| 'What 'vails it there are wives to win | C3 |
| And faithful hearts for those to yearn | F3 |
| Who find not aught thereto akin | C3 |
| To make return | F3 |
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| 'Shall he take much who little gives | Y2 |
| And dwells in spirit far away | J |
| When she that in his presence lives | Y2 |
| Doth never stray | J |
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| But waking guideth as beseems | Y2 |
| The happy house in order trim | A2 |
| And tends her babes and sleeping dreams | Y2 |
| Of them and him | A2 |
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| 'O base O cold ' while thus he spake | F |
| The dream broke off the vision fled | Q2 |
| He carried on his speech awake | F |
| And sighing said | Q2 |
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| 'I had ah happy man I had | Q2 |
| A precious jewel in my breast | Q2 |
| And while I kept it I was glad | Q2 |
| At work at rest | Q2 |
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| 'Call it a heart and call it strong | F |
| As upward stroke of eagle's wing | F |
| Then call it weak you shall not wrong | F |
| The beating thing | F |
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| 'In tangles of the jungle reed | Q2 |
| Whose heats are lit with tiger eyes | Y2 |
| In shipwreck drifting with the weed | Q2 |
| 'Neath rainy skies | Y2 |
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| 'Still youthful manhood fresh and keen | P |
| At danger gazed with awed delight | Q2 |
| As if sea would not drown I ween | P |
| Nor serpent bite | Q2 |
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| 'I had ah happy but 'tis gone | P |
| The priceless jewel one came by | M |
| And saw and stood awhile to con | P |
| With curious eye | M |
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| 'And wished for it and faintly smiled | Q2 |
| From under lashes black as doom | Q |
| With subtle sweetness tender mild | Q2 |
| That did illume | Q |
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| 'The perfect face and shed on it | Q2 |
| A charm half feeling half surprise | Y2 |
| And brim with dreams the exquisite | Q2 |
| Brown bless d eyes | Y2 |
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| 'Was it for this no more but this | Y2 |
| I took and laid it in her hand | Q2 |
| By dimples ruled to hint submiss | Y2 |
| By frown unmanned | Q2 |
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| 'It was for this and O farewell | D2 |
| The fearless foot the present mind | Q2 |
| And steady will to breast the swell | D2 |
| And face the wind | Q2 |
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| 'I gave the jewel from my breast | Q2 |
| She played with it a little while | G3 |
| As I sailed down into the west | Q2 |
| Fed by her smile | G3 |
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| 'Then weary of it far from land | Q2 |
| With sigh as deep as destiny | P |
| She let it drop from her fair hand | Q2 |
| Into the sea | P |
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| 'And watched it sink and I and I | M |
| What shall I do for all is vain | P |
| No wave will bring no gold will buy | M |
| No toil attain | P |
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| 'Nor any diver reach to raise | Y2 |
| My jewel from the blue abyss | Y2 |
| Or could they still I should but praise | Y2 |
| Their work amiss | Y2 |
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| 'Thrown thrown away But I love yet | Q2 |
| The fair fair hand which did the deed | Q2 |
| That wayward sweetness to forget | Q2 |
| Were bitter meed | Q2 |
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| 'No let it lie and let the wave | H3 |
| Roll over it for evermore | I3 |
| Whelmed where the sailor hath his grave | H3 |
| The sea her store | I3 |
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| 'My heart my sometime happy heart | Q2 |
| And O for once let me complain | P |
| I must forego life's better part | Q2 |
| Man's dearer gain | P |
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| 'I worked afar that I might rear | J3 |
| A peaceful home on English soil | K3 |
| I labored for the gold and gear | J3 |
| I loved my toil | K3 |
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| 'Forever in my spirit spake | F |
| The natural whisper Well 'twill be | P |
| When loving wife and children break | F |
| Their bread with thee | P |
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| 'The gathered gold is turned to dross | Y2 |
| The wife hath faded into air | T |
| My heart is thrown away my loss | Y2 |
| I cannot spare | T |
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| 'Not spare unsated thought her food | Q2 |
| No not one rustle of the fold | Q2 |
| Nor scent of eastern sandal wood | Q2 |
| Nor gleam of gold | Q2 |
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| 'Nor quaint devices of the shawl | D3 |
| Far less the drooping lashes meek | F |
| The gracious figure lithe and tall | D3 |
| The dimpled cheek | F |
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| 'And all the wonders of her eyes | Y2 |
| And sweet caprices of her air | T |
| Albeit indignant reason cries | Y2 |
| Fool have a care | T |
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| 'Fool join not madness to mistake | F |
| Thou knowest she loved thee not a whit | Q2 |
| Only that she thy heart might break | F |
| She wanted it | Q2 |
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| 'Only the conquered thing to chain | P |
| So fast that none might set it free | P |
| Nor other woman there might reign | P |
| And comfort thee | P |
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| 'Robbed robbed of life's illusions sweet | Q2 |
| Love dead outside her clos d door | I3 |
| And passion fainting at her feet | Q2 |
| To wake no more | I3 |
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| 'What canst thou give that unknown bride | Q2 |
| Whom thou didst work for in the waste | Q2 |
| Ere fated love was born and cried | Q2 |
| Was dead ungraced | Q2 |
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| 'No more but this the partial care | T |
| The natural kindness for its own | P |
| The trust that waxeth unaware | T |
| As worth is known | P |
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| 'Observance and complacent thought | Q2 |
| Indulgent and the honor due | Q2 |
| That many another man has brought | Q2 |
| Who brought love too | Q2 |
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| 'Nay then forbid it Heaven ' he said | Q2 |
| 'The saintly vision fades from me | P |
| O bands and chains I cannot wed | Q2 |
| I am not free ' | - |
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| With that he raised his face to view | Q2 |
| What think you asking of my tale | L3 |
| And was he right to let the dew | Q2 |
| Of morn exhale | L3 |
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| And burdened in the noontide sun | P |
| The grateful shade of home forego | O2 |
| Could he be right I ask as one | P |
| Who fain would know | O2 |
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| He spoke to her and spoke to me | P |
| The rebel rose hue dyed her cheek | F |
| The woven crown lay on her knee | P |
| She would not speak | F |
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| And I with doubtful pause averse | Y2 |
| To let occasion drift away | J |
| I answered If his case were worse | Y2 |
| Than word can say | J |
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| Time is a healer of sick hearts | Y2 |
| And women have been known to choose | Y2 |
| With purpose to allay their smarts | Y2 |
| And tend their bruise | Y2 |
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| These for themselves Content to give | M3 |
| In their own lavish love complete | Q2 |
| Taking for sole prerogative | M3 |
| Their tendance sweet | Q2 |
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| Such meeting in their diadem | Q |
| Of crowning love's ethereal fire | A3 |
| Himself he robs who robbeth them | Q |
| Of their desire | A3 |
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| Therefore the man who dreaming cried | Q2 |
| Against his lot that even song | F |
| I judge him honest and decide | Q2 |
| That he was wrong | F |
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| When I am judged ah may my fate | Q2 |
| He whispered in thy code be read | Q2 |
| Be thou both judge and advocate | Q2 |
| Then turned he said | Q2 |
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| Fair weaver touching while he spoke | F |
| The woven crown the weaving hand | Q2 |
| And do you this decree revoke | F |
| Or may it stand | Q2 |
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| This friend you ever think her right | Q2 |
| She is not wrong then Soft and low | O2 |
| The little trembling word took flight | Q2 |
| She answered No | O2 |
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| PRESENT | Q2 |
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| A meadow where the grass was deep | W2 |
| Rich square and golden to the view | Q2 |
| A belt of elms with level sweep | W2 |
| About it grew | Q2 |
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| The sun beat down on it the line | P |
| Of shade was clear beneath the trees | Y2 |
| There by a clustering eglantine | P |
| We sat at ease | Y2 |
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| And O the buttercups that field | Q2 |
| O' the cloth of gold where pennons swam | Q |
| Where France set up his lilied shield | Q2 |
| His oriflamb | Q |
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| And Henry's lion standard rolled | Q2 |
| What was it to their matchless sheen | P |
| Their million million drops of gold | Q2 |
| Among the green | P |
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| We sat at ease in peaceful trust | Q2 |
| For he had written Let us meet | Q2 |
| My wife grew tired of smoke and dust | Q2 |
| And London heat | Q2 |
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| And I have found a quiet grange | N3 |
| Set back in meadows sloping west | Q2 |
| And there our little ones can range | N3 |
| And she can rest | Q2 |
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| Come down that we may show the view | Q2 |
| And she may hear your voice again | P |
| And talk her woman's talk with you | Q2 |
| Along the lane | P |
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| Since he had drawn with listless hand | Q2 |
| The letter six long years had fled | Q2 |
| And winds had blown about the sand | Q2 |
| And they were wed | Q2 |
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| Two rosy urchins near him played | Q2 |
| Or watched entranced the shapely ships | Y2 |
| That with his knife for them he made | Q2 |
| Of elder slips | Y2 |
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| And where the flowers were thickest shed | Q2 |
| Each blossom like a burnished gem | Q |
| A creeping baby reared its head | Q2 |
| And cooed at them | Q |
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| And calm was on the father's face | Y2 |
| And love was in the mother's eyes | Y2 |
| She looked and listened from her place | Y2 |
| In tender wise | Y2 |
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| She did not need to raise her voice | Y2 |
| That they might hear she sat so nigh | M |
| Yet we could speak when 'twas our choice | Y2 |
| And soft reply | M |
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| Holding our quiet talk apart | Q2 |
| Of household things till all unsealed | Q2 |
| The guarded outworks of the heart | Q2 |
| Began to yield | Q2 |
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| And much that prudence will not dip | O3 |
| The pen to fix and send away | J |
| Passed safely over from the lip | O3 |
| That summer day | J |
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| I should be happy with a look | F |
| Towards her husband where he lay | J |
| Lost in the pages of his book | F |
| Soft did she say | J |
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| I am and yet no lot below | O2 |
| For one whole day eludeth care | T |
| To marriage all the stories flow | O2 |
| And finish there | T |
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| As if with marriage came the end | Q2 |
| The entrance into settled rest | Q2 |
| The calm to which love's tossings tend | Q2 |
| The quiet breast | Q2 |
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| For me love played the low preludes | Y2 |
| Yet life began but with the ring | F |
| Such infinite solicitudes | Y2 |
| Around it cling | F |
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| I did not for my heart divine | P |
| Her destiny so meek to grow | O2 |
| The higher nature matched with mine | P |
| Will have it so | O2 |
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| Still I consider it and still | P3 |
| Acknowledge it my master made | Q2 |
| Above me by the steadier will | P3 |
| Of nought afraid | Q2 |
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| Above me by the candid speech | Q3 |
| The temperate judgment of its own | P |
| The keener thoughts that grasp and reach | Q3 |
| At things unknown | P |
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| But I look up and he looks down | P |
| And thus our married eyes can meet | Q2 |
| Unclouded his and clear of frown | P |
| And gravely sweet | Q2 |
| - | |
| And yet O good O wise and true | Q2 |
| I would for all my fealty | P |
| That I could be as much to you | Q2 |
| As you to me | P |
| - | |
| And knew the deep secure content | Q2 |
| Of wives who have been hardly won | P |
| And long petitioned gave assent | Q2 |
| Jealous of none | P |
| - | |
| But proudly sure in all the earth | R3 |
| No other in that homage shares | Y2 |
| Nor other woman's face or worth | R3 |
| Is prized as theirs | Y2 |
| - | |
| I said And yet no lot below | O2 |
| For one whole day eludeth care | T |
| Your thought She answered Even so | O2 |
| I would beware | T |
| - | |
| Regretful questionings be sure | S3 |
| That very seldom do they rise | Y2 |
| Nor for myself do I endure | S3 |
| I sympathize | Y2 |
| - | |
| For once she turned away her head | Q2 |
| Across the grass she swept her hand | Q2 |
| There was a letter once she said | Q2 |
| Upon the sand | Q2 |
| - | |
| There was in truth a letter writ | Q2 |
| On sand I said and swept from view | Q2 |
| But that same hand which fashioned it | Q2 |
| Is given to you | Q2 |
| - | |
| Efface the letter wherefore keep | W2 |
| An image which the sands forego | O2 |
| Albeit that fear had seemed to sleep | W2 |
| She answered low | O2 |
| - | |
| I could not choose but wake it now | P |
| For do but turn aside your face | Y2 |
| A house on yonder hilly brow | P |
| Your eyes may trace | Y2 |
| - | |
| The chestnut shelters it ah me | P |
| That I should have so faint a heart | Q2 |
| But yester eve as by the sea | P |
| I sat apart | Q2 |
| - | |
| I heard a name I saw a hand | Q2 |
| Of passing stranger point that way | J |
| And will he meet her on the strand | Q2 |
| When late we stray | J |
| - | |
| For she is come for she is there | T |
| I heard it in the dusk and heard | Q2 |
| Admiring words that named her fair | T |
| But little stirred | Q2 |
| - | |
| By beauty of the wood and wave | H3 |
| And weary of an old man's sway | J |
| For it was sweeter to enslave | H3 |
| Than to obey | J |
| - | |
| The voice of one that near us stood | Q2 |
| The rustle of a silken fold | Q2 |
| A scent of eastern sandal wood | Q2 |
| A gleam of gold | Q2 |
| - | |
| A lady In the narrow space | Y2 |
| Between the husband and the wife | B3 |
| But nearest him she showed a face | Y2 |
| With dangers rife | B3 |
| - | |
| A subtle smile that dimpling fled | Q2 |
| As night black lashes rose and fell | D2 |
| I looked and to myself I said | Q2 |
| The letter L | D2 |
| - | |
| He too looked up and with arrest | Q2 |
| Of breath and motion held his gaze | Y2 |
| Nor cared to hide within his breast | Q2 |
| His deep amaze | Y2 |
| - | |
| Nor spoke till on her near advance | Y2 |
| His dark cheek flushed a ruddier hue | Q2 |
| And with his change of countenance | Y2 |
| Hers altered too | Q2 |
| - | |
| Lenore his voice was like the cry | M |
| Of one entreating and he said | Q2 |
| But that then paused with such a sigh | M |
| As mourns the dead | Q2 |
| - | |
| And seated near with no demur | A3 |
| Of bashful doubt she silence broke | F |
| Though I alone could answer her | A3 |
| When first she spoke | F |
| - | |
| She looked her eyes were beauty's own | P |
| She shed their sweetness into his | Y2 |
| Nor spared the married wife one moan | P |
| That bitterest is | Y2 |
| - | |
| She spoke and lo her loveliness | Y2 |
| Methought she damaged with her tongue | F |
| And every sentence made it less | Y2 |
| All falsely rung | F |
| - | |
| The rallying voice the light demand | Q2 |
| Half flippant half unsatisfied | Q2 |
| The vanity sincere and bland | Q2 |
| The answers wide | Q2 |
| - | |
| And now her talk was of the East | Q2 |
| And next her talk was of the sea | Y2 |
| And has the love for it increased | Q2 |
| You shared with me | Y2 |
| - | |
| He answered not but grave and still | P3 |
| With earnest eyes her face perused | Q2 |
| And locked his lips with steady will | P3 |
| As one that mused | Q2 |
| - | |
| That mused and wondered Why his gaze | Y2 |
| Should dwell on her methought was plain | P |
| But reason that should wonder raise | Y2 |
| I sought in vain | P |
| - | |
| And near and near the children drew | Q2 |
| Attracted by her rich array | J |
| And gems that trembling into view | Q2 |
| Like raindrops lay | J |
| - | |
| He spoke the wife her baby took | F |
| And pressed the little face to hers | Y2 |
| What pain soe'er her bosom shook | F |
| What jealous stirs | Y2 |
| - | |
| Might stab her heart she hid them so | Y2 |
| The cooing babe a veil supplied | Q2 |
| And if she listened none might know | Y2 |
| Or if she sighed | Q2 |
| - | |
| Or if forecasting grief and care | T |
| Unconscious solace thence she drew | Q2 |
| And lulled her babe and unaware | T |
| Lulled sorrow too | Q2 |
| - | |
| The lady she interpreter | A3 |
| For looks or language wanted none | P |
| If yet dominion stayed with her | A3 |
| So lightly won | P |
| - | |
| If yet the heart she wounded sore | I3 |
| Could yearn to her and let her see | Y2 |
| The homage that was evermore | I3 |
| Disloyalty | Y2 |
| - | |
| If sign would yield that it had bled | Q2 |
| Or rallied from the faithless blow | Y2 |
| Or sick or sullen stooped to wed | Q2 |
| She craved to know | Y2 |
| - | |
| Now dreamy deep now sweetly keen | P |
| Her asking eyes would round him shine | P |
| But guarded lips and settled mien | P |
| Refused the sign | P |
| - | |
| And unbeguiled and unbetrayed | Q2 |
| The wonder yet within his breast | Q2 |
| It seemed a watchful part he played | Q2 |
| Against her quest | Q2 |
| - | |
| Until with accent of regret | Q2 |
| She touched upon the past once more | I3 |
| As if she dared him to forget | Q2 |
| His dream of yore | I3 |
| - | |
| And words of little weight let fall | D3 |
| The fancy of the lower mind | Q2 |
| How waxing life must needs leave all | D3 |
| Its best behind | Q2 |
| - | |
| How he had said that he would fain | P |
| One morning on the halcyon sea | Y2 |
| That life would at a stand remain | P |
| Eternally | Y2 |
| - | |
| And sails be mirrored in the deep | W2 |
| As then they were for evermore | I3 |
| And happy spirits wake and sleep | W2 |
| Afar from shore | I3 |
| - | |
| The well contented heart be fed | Q2 |
| Ever as then and all the world | Q2 |
| It were not small unshadow d | Y2 |
| When sails were furled | Y2 |
| - | |
| Your words a pause and quietly | Y2 |
| With touch of calm self ridicule | T3 |
| It may be so for then said he | Y2 |
| I was a fool | T3 |
| - | |
| With that he took his book and left | Y2 |
| An awkward silence to my care | T |
| That soon I filled with questions deft | Y2 |
| And debonair | T |
| - | |
| And slid into an easy vein | P |
| The favorite picture of the year | J3 |
| The grouse upon her lord's domain | P |
| The salmon weir | U3 |
| - | |
| Till she could fain a sudden thought | Y2 |
| Upon neglected guests and rise | Y2 |
| And make us her adieux with nought | Y2 |
| In her dark eyes | Y2 |
| - | |
| Acknowledging or shame or pain | P |
| But just unveiling for our view | Q2 |
| A little smile of still disdain | P |
| As she withdrew | Q2 |
| - | |
| Then nearer did the sunshine creep | W2 |
| And warmer came the wafting breeze | Y2 |
| The little babe was fast asleep | W2 |
| On mother's knees | Y2 |
| - | |
| Fair was the face that o'er it leant | Y2 |
| The cheeks with beauteous blushes dyed | Y2 |
| The downcast lashes shyly bent | Y2 |
| That failed to hide | Y2 |
| - | |
| Some tender shame She did not see | Y2 |
| She felt his eyes that would not stir | A3 |
| She looked upon her babe and he | Y2 |
| So looked at her | A3 |
| - | |
| So grave so wondering so content | Y2 |
| As one new waked to conscious life | B3 |
| Whose sudden joy with fear is blent | Y2 |
| He said My wife | B3 |
| - | |
| My wife how beautiful you are | V3 |
| Then closer at her side reclined | Y2 |
| The bold brown woman from afar | V3 |
| Comes to me blind | Y2 |
| - | |
| And by comparison I see | Y2 |
| The majesty of matron grace | Y2 |
| And learn how pure how fair can be | Y2 |
| My own wife's face | Y2 |
| - | |
| Pure with all faithful passion fair | T |
| With tender smiles that come and go | Y2 |
| And comforting as April air | T |
| After the snow | Y2 |
| - | |
| Fool that I was my spirit frets | Y2 |
| And marvels at the humbling truth | W3 |
| That I have deigned to spend regrets | Y2 |
| On my bruised youth | W3 |
| - | |
| Its idol mocked thee seated nigh | M |
| And shamed me for the mad mistake | F |
| I thank my God he could deny | M |
| And she forsake | F |
| - | |
| Ah who am I that God hath saved | Y2 |
| Me from the doom I did desire | A3 |
| And crossed the lot myself had craved | Y2 |
| To set me higher | A3 |
| - | |
| What have I done that He should bow | P |
| From heaven to choose a wife for me | Y2 |
| And what deserved He should endow | P |
| My home with THEE | Y2 |
| - | |
| My wife With that she turned her face | Y2 |
| To kiss the hand about her neck | F |
| And I went down and sought the place | Y2 |
| Where leaped the beck | F |
| - | |
| The busy beck that still would run | P |
| And fall and falter its refrain | P |
| And pause and shimmer in the sun | P |
| And fall again | P |
| - | |
| It led me to the sandy shore | I3 |
| We sang together it and I | M |
| The daylight comes the dark is o'er | A3 |
| The shadows fly | M |
| - | |
| I lost it on the sandy shore | I3 |
| O wife its latest murmurs fell | D2 |
| O wife be glad and fear no more | I3 |
| The letter L | D2 |
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