The God And The Bayadere. An Indian Legend. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Mahadeva Lord of earth	A
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For the sixth time comes below	B
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As a man of mortal birth	A
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Like him feeling joy and woe	B
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Hither loves he to repair	C
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And his power behind to leave	D
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If to punish or to spare	C
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Men as man he'd fain perceive	D
And when he the town as a trav'ller hath seen	E
Observing the mighty regarding the mean	E
He quits it to go on his journey at eve	D
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He was leaving now the place	F
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When an outcast met his eyes	G
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Fair in form with painted face	F
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Where some straggling dwellings rise	G
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Maiden hail Thanks welcome here	H
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Stay I'll join thee in the road '	-
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Who art thou A Bayadere	H
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And this house is love's abode	I
The cymbal she hastens to play for the dance	J
Well skill'd in its mazes the sight to entrance	K
Then by her with grace is the nosegay bestow'd	I
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Then she draws him as in play	L
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O'er the threshold eagerly	M
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Beauteous stranger light as day	L
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Thou shalt soon this cottage see	M
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I'll refresh thee if thou'rt tired	N
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And will bathe thy weary feet	O
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Take whate'er by thee's desired	N
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Toying rest or rapture sweet	O
She busily seeks his feign'd suff'rings to ease	P
Then smiles the Immortal with pleasure he sees	P
That with kindness a heart so corrupted can beat	O
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And he makes her act the part	Q
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Of a slave he's straight obey'd	R
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What at first had been but art	Q
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Soon is nature in the maid	R
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By degrees the fruit we find	S
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Where the buds at first obtain	T
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When obedience fills the mind	S
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Love will never far remain	T
But sharper and sharper the maiden to prove	U
The Discerner of all things below and above	V
Feigns pleasure and horror and maddening pain	T
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And her painted cheeks he kisses	W
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And his vows her heart enthrall	M
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Feeling love's sharp pangs and blisses	W
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Soon her tears begin to fall	M
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At his feet she now must sink	X
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Not with thoughts of lust or gain	T
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And her slender members shrink	X
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And devoid of power remain	T
And so the bright hours with gladness prepare	H
Their dark pleasing veil of a texture so fair	H
And over the couch softly tranquilly reign	T
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Late she falls asleep thus bless'd	Y
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Early wakes her slumbers fled	Z
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And she finds the much loved guest	Y
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On her bosom lying dead	Z
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Screaming falls she on him there	H
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But alas too late to save	A2
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And his rigid limbs they bear	H
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Straightway to their fiery grave	A2
Then hears she the priests and the funeral song	B2
Then madly she runs and she severs the throng	B2
Why press tow'rd the pile thus Why scream thus and rave	A2
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Then she sinks beside his bier	H
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And her screams through air resound	C2
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I must seek my spouse so dear	H
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E'en if in the grave he's bound	C2
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Shall those limbs of grace divine	D2
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Fall to ashes in my sight	E2
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Mine he was Yes only mine	D2
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Ah one single blissful night	E2
The priests chaunt in chorus We bear out the old	F2
When long they've been weary and late they've grown cold	F2
We bear out the young too so thoughtless and light	E2
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To thy priests' commands give ear	H
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This one was thy husband ne'er	H
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Live still as a Bayadere	H
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And no duty thou need'st share	H
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To deaths silent realms from life	G2
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None but shades attend man's frame	H2
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With the husband none but wife	G2
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That is duty that is fame	H2
Ye trumpets your sacred lament haste to raise	W
Oh welcome ye gods the bright lustre of days	W
Oh welcome to heaven the youth from the flame	H2
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Thus increased her torments are	H
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By the cruel heartless quire	H
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And with arms outstretching far	H
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Leaps she on the glowing pyre	H
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But the youth divine outsprings	W
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From the flame with heav'nly grace	W
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And on high his flight he wings	W
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While his arms his love embrace	W
In the sinner repentant the Godhead feels joy	I2
Immortals delight thus their might to employ	I2
Lost children to raise to a heavenly place	W

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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