Amy Wentworth - To William Bradford Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBBBCCDDEFGGHIJJBB KKLMNNOOPPBBIQBBRSTT BBUUSSVVWWXX GGIIBBYYYCCZZBBA2B2B BBBC2C2D2D2KK PDE2D F2C2BC2 G2H2I2H2 J2RK2R L2M2N2M2 O2P2Q2P2 R2D2J2D2 GS2J2S2 T2U2J2U2 RLM2L BV2J2V2 W2J2X2J2 BD2BD2 BYK2Y BJ2XJ2 Y2CJ2C J2BJ2B GZ2A3Z2| As they who watch by sick beds find relief | A |
| Unwittingly from the great stress of grief | A |
| And anxious care in fantasies outwrought | B |
| From the hearth's embers flickering low or caught | B |
| From whispering wind or tread of passing feet | B |
| Or vagrant memory calling up some sweet | B |
| Snatch of old song or romance whence or why | C |
| They scarcely know or ask so thou and I | C |
| Nursed in the faith that Truth alone is strong | D |
| In the endurance which outwearies Wrong | D |
| With meek persistence baffling brutal force | E |
| And trusting God against the universe | F |
| We doomed to watch a strife we may not share | G |
| With other weapons than the patriot's prayer | G |
| Yet owning with full hearts and moistened eyes | H |
| The awful beauty of self sacrifice | I |
| And wrung by keenest sympathy for all | J |
| Who give their loved ones for the living wall | J |
| 'Twixt law and treason in this evil day | B |
| May haply find through automatic play | B |
| Of pen and pencil solace to our pain | K |
| And hearten others with the strength we gain | K |
| I know it has been said our times require | L |
| No play of art nor dalliance with the lyre | M |
| No weak essay with Fancy's chloroform | N |
| To calm the hot mad pulses of the storm | N |
| But the stern war blast rather such as sets | O |
| The battle's teeth of serried bayonets | O |
| And pictures grim as Vernet's Yet with these | P |
| Some softer tints may blend and milder keys | P |
| Relieve the storm stunned ear Let us keep sweet | B |
| If so we may our hearts even while we eat | B |
| The bitter harvest of our own device | I |
| And half a century's moral cowardice | Q |
| As N rnberg sang while Wittenberg defied | B |
| And Kranach painted by his Luther's side | B |
| And through the war march of the Puritan | R |
| The silver stream of Marvell's music ran | S |
| So let the household melodies be sung | T |
| The pleasant pictures on the wall be hung | T |
| So let us hold against the hosts of night | B |
| And slavery all our vantage ground of light | B |
| Let Treason boast its savagery and shake | U |
| From its flag folds its symbol rattlesnake | U |
| Nurse its fine arts lay human skins in tan | S |
| And carve its pipe bowls from the bones of man | S |
| And make the tale of Fijian banquets dull | V |
| By drinking whiskey from a loyal skull | V |
| But let us guard till this sad war shall cease | W |
| God grant it soon the graceful arts of peace | W |
| No foes are conquered who the victors teach | X |
| Their vandal manners and barbaric speech | X |
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| And while with hearts of thankfulness we bear | G |
| Of the great common burden our full share | G |
| Let none upbraid us that the waves entice | I |
| Thy sea dipped pencil or some quaint device | I |
| Rhythmic and sweet beguiles my pen away | B |
| From the sharp strifes and sorrows of to day | B |
| Thus while the east wind keen from Labrador | Y |
| Sings it the leafless elms and from the shore | Y |
| Of the great sea comes the monotonous roar | Y |
| Of the long breaking surf and all the sky | C |
| Is gray with cloud home bound and dull I try | C |
| To time a simple legend to the sounds | Z |
| Of winds in the woods and waves on pebbled bounds | Z |
| A song for oars to chime with such as might | B |
| Be sung by tired sea painters who at night | B |
| Look from their hemlock camps by quiet cove | A2 |
| Or beach moon lighted on the waves they love | B2 |
| So hast thou looked when level sunset lay | B |
| On the calm bosom of some Eastern bay | B |
| And all the spray moist rocks and waves that rolled | B |
| Up the white sand slopes flashed with ruddy gold | B |
| Something it has a flavor of the sea | C2 |
| And the sea's freedom which reminds of thee | C2 |
| Its faded picture dimly smiling down | D2 |
| From the blurred fresco of the ancient town | D2 |
| I have not touched with warmer tints in vain | K |
| If in this dark sad year it steals one thought from pain | K |
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| Her fingers shame the ivory keys | P |
| They dance so light along | D |
| The bloom upon her parted lips | E2 |
| Is sweeter than the song | D |
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| O perfumed suitor spare thy smiles | F2 |
| Her thoughts are not of thee | C2 |
| She better loves the salted wind | B |
| The voices of the sea | C2 |
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| Her heart is like an outbound ship | G2 |
| That at its anchor swings | H2 |
| The murmur of the stranded shell | I2 |
| Is in the song she sings | H2 |
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| She sings and smiling hears her praise | J2 |
| But dreams the while of one | R |
| Who watches from his sea blown deck | K2 |
| The icebergs in the sun | R |
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| She questions all the winds that blow | L2 |
| And every fog wreath dim | M2 |
| And bids the sea birds flying north | N2 |
| Bear messages to him | M2 |
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| She speeds them with the thanks of men | O2 |
| He perilled life to save | P2 |
| And grateful prayers like holy oil | Q2 |
| To smooth for him the wave | P2 |
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| Brown Viking of the fishing smack | R2 |
| Fair toast of all the town | D2 |
| The skipper's jerkin ill beseems | J2 |
| The lady's silken gown | D2 |
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| But ne'er shall Amy Wentworth wear | G |
| For him the blush of shame | S2 |
| Who dares to set his manly gifts | J2 |
| Against her ancient name | S2 |
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| The stream is brightest at its spring | T2 |
| And blood is not like wine | U2 |
| Nor honored less than he who heirs | J2 |
| Is he who founds a line | U2 |
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| Full lightly shall the prize be won | R |
| If love be Fortune's spur | L |
| And never maiden stoops to him | M2 |
| Who lifts himself to her | L |
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| Her home is brave in Jaffrey Street | B |
| With stately stairways worn | V2 |
| By feet of old Colonial knights | J2 |
| And ladies gentle born | V2 |
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| Still green about its ample porch | W2 |
| The English ivy twines | J2 |
| Trained back to show in English oak | X2 |
| The herald's carven signs | J2 |
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| And on her from the wainscot old | B |
| Ancestral faces frown | D2 |
| And this has worn the soldier's sword | B |
| And that the judge's gown | D2 |
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| But strong of will and proud as they | B |
| She walks the gallery floor | Y |
| As if she trod her sailor's deck | K2 |
| By stormy Labrador | Y |
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| The sweetbrier blooms on Kittery side | B |
| And green are Elliot's bowers | J2 |
| Her garden is the pebbled beach | X |
| The mosses are her flowers | J2 |
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| She looks across the harbor bar | Y2 |
| To see the white gulls fly | C |
| His greeting from the Northern sea | J2 |
| Is in their clanging cry | C |
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| She hums a song and dreams that he | J2 |
| As in its romance old | B |
| Shall homeward ride with silken sails | J2 |
| And masts of beaten gold | B |
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| Oh rank is good and gold is fair | G |
| And high and low mate ill | Z2 |
| But love has never known a law | A3 |
| Beyond its own sweet will | Z2 |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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