The Sorceress Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Where are the bay leaves Thestylis and the charmsA
Fetch all with fiery wool the caldron crownB
Let glamour win me back my false lord's heartC
Twelve days the wretch hath not come nigh to meD
Nor made enquiry if I die or liveE
Nor clamoured oh unkindness at my doorF
Sure his swift fancy wanders otherwhereF
The slave of Aphrodite and of LoveG
I'll off to Timagetus' wrestling schoolH
At dawn that I may see him and denounceI
His doings but I'll charm him now with charmsA
So shine out fair O moon To thee I singJ
My soft low song to thee and HecateC
The dweller in the shades at whose approachK
E'en the dogs quake as on she moves through bloodC
And darkness and the barrows of the slainL
All hail dread Hecate companion meD
Unto the end and work me witcheriesA
Potent as Circe or Medea wroughtC
Or Perimede of the golden hairF
Turn magic wheel draw homeward him I loveG
First we ignite the grain Nay pile it onM
Where are thy wits flown timorous ThestylisA
Shall I be flouted I by such as thouN
Pile and still say 'This pile is of his bones 'O
Turn magic wheel draw homeward him I loveG
Delphis racks me I burn him in these baysA
As flame enkindled they lift up their voiceA
Blaze once and not a trace is left behindC
So waste his flesh to powder in yon fireF
Turn magic wheel draw homeward him I loveG
E'en as I melt not uninspired the waxA
May Mindian Delphis melt this hour with loveG
And swiftly as this brazen wheel whirls roundC
May Aphrodite whirl him to my doorF
Turn magic wheel draw homeward him I loveG
Next burn the husks Hell's adamantine floorF
And aught that else stands firm can Artemis moveP
Thestylis the hounds bay up and down the townB
The goddess stands i' the crossroads sound the gongsA
Turn magic wheel draw homeward him I loveG
Hushed are the voices of the winds and seasA
But O not hushed the voice of my despairF
He burns my being up who left me hereF
No wife no maiden in my miseryD
Turn magic wheel draw homeward him I loveG
Thrice I pour out speak thrice sweet mistress thusA
'What face soe'er hangs o'er him be forgotC
Clean as in Dia Theseus legends sayA
Forgat his Ariadne's locks of love 'O
Turn magic wheel draw homeward him I loveG
The coltsfoot grows in Arcady the weedC
That drives the mountain colts and swift mares wildC
Like them may Delphis rave so maniac wiseA
Race from his burnished brethren home to meD
Turn magic wheel draw homeward him I loveG
He lost this tassel from his robe which IQ
Shred thus and cast it on the raging flamesA
Ah baleful Love why like the marsh born leechR
Cling to my flesh and drain my dark veins dryQ
Turn magic wheel draw homeward him I loveG
From a crushed eft tomorrow he shall drinkS
Death But now Thestylis take these herbs and smearF
That threshold o'er whereto at heart I clingJ
Still still albeit he thinks scorn of meD
And spit and say ''Tis Delphis' bones I smear 'O
Turn magic wheel draw homeward him I loveG
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Now all alone I'll weep a love whence sprungT
When born Who wrought my sorrow Anaxo cameU
Her basket in her hand to Artemis' groveV
Bound for the festival troops of forest beastsA
Stood round and in the midst a lionessA
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
Theucharidas' slave my Thracian nurse now deadC
Then my near neighbour prayed me and imploredC
To see the pageant I the poor doomed thingJ
Went with her trailing a fine silken trainL
And gathering round me Clearista's robeW
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
Now the mid highway reached by Lycon's farmX
Delphis and Eudamippus passed me byQ
With beards as lustrous as the woodbine's goldC
And breasts more sheeny than thyself O MoonY
Fresh from the wrestler's glorious toil they cameU
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
I saw I raved smit weakling to my heartC
My beauty withered and I cared no moreF
For all that pomp and how I gained my homeZ
I know not some strange fever wasted meD
Ten nights and days I lay upon my bedC
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
And wan became my flesh as 't had been dyedC
And all my hair streamed off and there was leftC
But bones and skin Whose threshold crossed I notC
Or missed what grandam's hut who dealt in charmsA
For no light thing was this and time sped onM
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
At last I spake the truth to that my maidC
'Seek an thou canst some cure for my sore painL
Alas I am all the Mindian's But begoneL
And watch by Timagetus' wrestling schoolH
There doth he haunt there soothly take his restC
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
'Find him alone nod softly say 'she waits'A
And bring him ' So I spake she went her wayA
And brought the lustrous limbed one to my roofA2
And I the instant I beheld him stepB2
Lightfooted o'er the threshold of my doorF
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
Became all cold like snow and from my browN
Brake the damp dewdrops utterance I had noneL
Not e'en such utterance as a babe may makeC2
That babbles to its mother in its dreamsA
But all my fair frame stiffened into waxA
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
He bent his pitiless eyes on me looked downL
And sate him on my couch and sitting saidC
'Thou hast gained on me Simaetha e'en as IQ
Gained once on young Philinus in the raceA
Bidding me hither ere I came unaskedC
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
'For I had come by Eros I had comeD2
This night with comrades twain or may be moreF
The fruitage of the Wine god in my robeW
And wound about my brow with ribands redC
The silver leaves so dear to HeraclesA
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
'Had ye said 'Enter ' well for 'mid my peersA
High is my name for goodliness and speedC
I had kissed that sweet mouth once and gone my wayA
But had the door been barred and I thrust outC
With brand and axe would we have stormed ye thenL
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
'Now be my thanks recorded first to LoveG
Next to thee maiden who didst pluck me outC
A half burned helpless creature from the flamesA
And badst me hither It is Love that lightsA
A fire more fierce than his of LiparaF
Bethink thee mistress Moon whence came my loveG
'Scares mischief mad the maiden from her bowerF
The bride from her warm couch ' He spake and IQ
A willing listener sat my hand in hisA
Among the cushions and his cheek touched mineL
Each hotter than its wont and we discoursedC
In soft low language Need I prate to theeD
Sweet Moon of all we said and all we didC
Till yesterday he found no fault with meD
Nor I with him But lo to day there cameU
Philista's mother hers who flutes to meD
With her Melampo's just when up the skyQ
Gallop the mares that chariot rose limbed DawnL
And divers tales she brought me with the restC
How Delphis loved she knew not rightly whomE2
But this she knew that of the rich wine ayeQ
He poured 'to Love ' and at the last had fledC
To line she deemed the fair one's hall with flowersA
Such was my visitor's tale and it was trueF
For thrice nay four times daily he would strollF2
Hither leave here full oft his Dorian flaskG2
Now 'tis a fortnight since I saw his faceA
Doth he then treasure something sweet elsewhereF
Am I forgot I'll charm him now with charmsA
But let him try me more and by the FatesA
He'll soon be knocking at the gates of hellH2
Spells of such power are in this chest of mineL
Learned lady from mine host in PalestineL
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Lady farewell turn ocean ward thy steedsA
As I have purposed so shall I fulfilH2
Farewell thou bright faced Moon Ye stars farewellH2
That wait upon the car of noiseless NightC

Jon Corelis Theocritus



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