A Legend Of The Blesses Virgin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FEFEE EG EHAHIJKJ HLKLAMN OPEPAAEATHE day of Joseph's marriage unto Mary | A |
In thoughful mood he said unto his wife | B |
Behold I go into a far off country | A |
To labor for thee and to make thy life | B |
And home all sweet and peaceful ' And the Virgin | C |
Unquestioning beheld her spouse depart | D |
Then lived she many days of musing gladness | E |
Not knowing that God's hand was round her heart | D |
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And dreaming thus one day within her chamber | F |
She wept with speechless bliss when lo the face | E |
Of white winged angel Gabriel rose before her | F |
And bowing spoke ' Hail Mary full of grace | E |
The Lord is with thee and among the nations | E |
Forever blessed is thy chosen name ' | - |
The angel vanished and the Lord's high Presence | E |
With untold glory to the Virgin came | G |
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A season passed of joy unknown to mortals | E |
When Joseph came with what his toil had won | H |
And broke the brooding ecstasy of Mary | A |
Whose soul was ever with her promised Son | H |
But nature's jealous fears encircled Joseph | I |
And round his heart in darkening doubts held sway | J |
He looked upon his spouse cold eyed and pondered | K |
How he could put her from his sight away | J |
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And once when moody thus within his garden | H |
The gentle girl besought for some ripe fruit | L |
That hung beyond her reach the old man answered | K |
With face averted harshly to her suit | L |
'I will not serve thee woman Thou hast wronged me | A |
I heed no more thy words and actions mild | M |
If fruit thou wantest thou canst henceforth ask it | N |
From him the father of thy unborn child ' | - |
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But ere the words had root within her hearing | O |
The Virgin's face was glorified anew | P |
And Joseph turning sank within her presence | E |
And knew indeed his wondrous dreams were true | P |
For there before the sandaled feet of Mary | A |
The kingly tree had bowed its top and she | A |
Had pulled and eaten from its prostrate branches | E |
As if unconscious of the mystery | A |
John Boyle O'reilly
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