Extracts From Leon, An Unfinished Poem Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFGGEEE HHIIJJKK LLMMNN JJAADDOOJJ PPJJQQJJRR EDSSJJTTUUVVAAWX YYZZJJZZJJDDVEWWA2B2 C2C2JJD2D2XWDEJJJJVV XX JJE2E2EC2F2F2DE B2A2C2C2JJWWVVDDC2C2 C2C2G2G2 H2H2I2I2VV J2K2L2H2M2M2N2N2DDEE I2I2O2O2P2P2JJC2C2JJ JJCC MMQ2Q2C2C2C2R2R2JJMM C2C2J2S2JJK2J2 MMC2C2C2C2MM T2T2O2O2JJJ2K2JJC2C2 VVMMQ2Q2 U2U2JJV2V2MMVVW2W2JJ JJX2Y2 EEXXJJDDMM MMMMZ2Z2VVMMMMMMJJMM MMFFC2C2MM A3FDDC2C2MMJ2K2VVJJM M MMO2O2C2C2MMJJ MMC2C2MMMJJ MMMMMMMMJJVVVVMMJ2K2 B3T2MMA2B2 H2H2C2C2JJFFJJEEJJMM O2O2S2C3WWMMEE D3D3A2B2MMC3S2JJ| It is a summer evening calm and fair | A |
| A warm yet freshening glow is in the air | A |
| Along its bank the cool stream wanders slow | B |
| Like parting friends that linger as they go | B |
| The willows as its waters meekly glide | C |
| Bend their dishevelled tresses to the tide | C |
| And seem to give it with a moaning sigh | D |
| A farewell touch of tearful sympathy | E |
| Each dusky copse is clad in darkest green | F |
| A blackening mass just edged with silver sheen | F |
| From yon clear moon who in her glassy face | G |
| Seems to reflect the risings of the place | G |
| For on her still pale orb the eye may see | E |
| Dim spots of shadowy brown like distant tree | E |
| Or far off hillocks on a moonlight lea | E |
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| The stars have lit in heaven their lamps of gold | H |
| The viewless dew falls lightly on the wold | H |
| The gentle air that softly sweeps the leaves | I |
| A strain of faint unearthly music weaves | I |
| As when the harp of heaven remotely plays | J |
| Or cygnet's wail or song of sorrowing fays | J |
| That float amid the moonshine glimmerings pale | K |
| On wings of woven air in some enchanted vale | K |
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| It is an eve that drops a heavenly balm | L |
| To lull the feelings to a sober calm | L |
| To bid wild passion's fiery flush depart | M |
| And smooth the troubled waters of the heart | M |
| To give a tranquil fixedness to grief | N |
| A cherished gloom that wishes not relief | N |
| - | |
| Torn is that heart and bitter are its throes | J |
| That cannot feel on such a night repose | J |
| And yet one breast there is that breathes this air | A |
| An eye that wanders o'er the prospect fair | A |
| That sees yon placid moon and the pure sky | D |
| Of mild unclouded blue and still that eye | D |
| Is thrown in restless vacancy around | O |
| Or cast in gloomy trance on the cold ground | O |
| And still that breast with maddening passion burns | J |
| And hatred love and sorrow rule by turns | J |
| - | |
| A lovely figure and in happier hour | P |
| When pleasure laugh'd abroad from hall and bower | P |
| The general eye had deem'd her smiling face | J |
| The brightest jewel in the courtly place | J |
| So glossy is her hair's ensabled wreath | Q |
| So glowing warm the eye that burns beneath | Q |
| With so much graceful sweetness of address | J |
| And such a form of rounded slenderness | J |
| Ah where is he on whom these beauties shine | R |
| But deems a spotless soul inhabits such a shrine | R |
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| And yet a keen observer might espy | E |
| Strange passions lurking in her deep black eye | D |
| And in the lines of her fine lip a soul | S |
| That in its every feeling spurned control | S |
| They passed unnoted who will stop to trace | J |
| A sullying spot on beauty's sparkling face | J |
| And no one deemed amid her glances sweet | T |
| Hers was a bosom of impetuous heat | T |
| A heart too wildly in its joys elate | U |
| Formed but to madly love or madly hate | U |
| A spirit of strong throbs and steadfast will | V |
| To doat detest to die for or to kill | V |
| Which like the Arab chief would fiercely dare | A |
| To stab the heart she might no longer share | A |
| And yet so tender if he loved again | W |
| Would die to save his breast one moment's pain | X |
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| But he who cast his gaze upon her now | Y |
| And read the traces written on her brow | Y |
| Had scarce believed hers was that form of light | Z |
| That beamed like fabled wonder on the sight | Z |
| Her raven hair hung down in loosen'd tress | J |
| Before her wan cheek's pallid ghastliness | J |
| And thro' its thick locks showed the deadly white | Z |
| Like marble glimpses of a tomb at night | Z |
| In fixed and horrid musings now she stands | J |
| Her eyes now bent to earth and her cold hands | J |
| Prest to her heart now wildly thrown on high | D |
| They wander o'er her brow and now a sigh | D |
| Breaks deep and full and more composedly | V |
| She half exclaims No no it cannot be | E |
| He loves not never loved not even when | W |
| He pressed my wedded hand I knew it then | W |
| And yet fool that I was I saw he strove | A2 |
| In vain to kindle pity into love | B2 |
| But Florence she so loved a sister too | C2 |
| My earliest dearest playmate one who grew | C2 |
| Upon my very heart to rend it so | J |
| His falsehood I could bear but hers ah no | J |
| She is not false I feel she loves me yet | D2 |
| And if my boding bosom could forget | D2 |
| Its wild imaginings with what sweet pain | X |
| I'd clasp my Florence to my breast again | W |
| With that came many a thought of days gone by | D |
| Remembered joys of mirthful infancy | E |
| And youth's gay frolic and the short lived flow | J |
| Of showering tears in childhood's fleeting wo | J |
| And life's maturer friendship and the sense | J |
| Of heart warm open fearless confidence | J |
| All these came thronging with a tender call | V |
| And her own Florence mingled with them all | V |
| And softened feelings rose amid her pain | X |
| While from her eyes the clouds melted in gentle rain | X |
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| A hectic pleasure flushed her faded face | J |
| It fled and deeper paleness took its place | J |
| Then a cold shudder thrill'd her and at last | E2 |
| Her lip a smile of bitter sarcasm cast | E2 |
| As if she scorned herself that she could be | E |
| A moment lulled by that sweet sophistry | C2 |
| For in that little minute memory's sting | F2 |
| Gave word and look sigh gesture every thing | F2 |
| To bid these dear delusive phantoms fly | D |
| And fix her fears in dreadful certainty | E |
| - | |
| It traced the very progress of their love | B2 |
| From the first meeting in the locust grove | A2 |
| When from the chase Leon came bounding there | C2 |
| Backing his courser with a noble air | C2 |
| His brown cheek flushed with healthful exercise | J |
| And his warm spirits leaping in his eyes | J |
| It told how lovely looked her sister then | W |
| To long lost friends and home just come again | W |
| How on her cheek the tears of meeting lay | V |
| That tear which only feeling hearts can pay | V |
| While the quick pleasure glistened in her eye | D |
| Like clouds and sunshine in an April sky | D |
| And then it told as their acquaintance grew | C2 |
| How close the unseen bonds of union drew | C2 |
| Their souls together and how pleased they were | C2 |
| The same blythe pastimes and delights to share | C2 |
| How the same chord in each at once would strike | G2 |
| Their taste their wishes and their joys alike | G2 |
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| All this was innocent but soon there came | H2 |
| Blushes and starts of consciousness and shame | H2 |
| That when she entered upon either cheek | I2 |
| The hasty blood in guilty red would speak | I2 |
| Of something that should not be known and still | V |
| Sighs half suppressed seemed struggling with the will | V |
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| It told how oft at eve was Leon gone | J2 |
| In moody wandering to the wood alone | K2 |
| And in the night how many a broken dream | L2 |
| Of bliss or terror seemed to shake his frame | H2 |
| How Florence too in long abstracted fit | M2 |
| Of soul wrapt musing for whole hours would sit | M2 |
| Nor even the power of music friend or book | N2 |
| Could chase her deep forgetfulness of look | N2 |
| And how when questioned with an indrawn sigh | D |
| In vague and far off phrase she made reply | D |
| And smiled and struggled to be gay and free | E |
| And then relapsed in dreaming reverie | E |
| How when of Leon she was forced to speak | I2 |
| Unbidden crimson mantled in her cheek | I2 |
| And when he entered how her eye would swim | O2 |
| And strive to look on every one but him | O2 |
| Yet by unconscious fascination led | P2 |
| In quick short glance each moment tow'rds him fled | P2 |
| How he too seemed to shun her speech and gaze | J |
| And yet he always lingered where she was | J |
| Though nothing in his aspect or his air | C2 |
| Told that he knew she was in presence there | C2 |
| But an appearance of constrained distress | J |
| And a dull tongue of moveless silentness | J |
| And a down drooping eye of gloom and sadness | J |
| Oh how unlike his former face of gladness | J |
| 'Tis plain too plain and I am lost she cried | C |
| And in that thought her last good feeling died | C |
| - | |
| That thought of hopeless sorrow seemed to dart | M |
| A thousand stings at once into her heart | M |
| But a strong effort quelled it and she gave | Q2 |
| The next to hatred vengeance and the grave | Q2 |
| Her face was calmly stern and but a glare | C2 |
| Within her eyes there was no feature there | C2 |
| That told what lashing fiends her inmates were | C2 |
| Within there was no thought to bid her swerve | R2 |
| From her intent but every strained nerve | R2 |
| Was settled and bent up with terrible force | J |
| To some deep deed far far beyond remorse | J |
| No glimpse of mercy's light her purpose crost | M |
| Love nature pity in its depths were lost | M |
| Or lent an added fury to the ire | C2 |
| That seared her soul with unconsuming fire | C2 |
| All that was dear in the wide earth was gone | J2 |
| She loved but two and these she doted on | S2 |
| With passionate ardour and the close strong press | J |
| Of woman's heart cored clinging tenderness | J |
| These links were torn and now she stood alone | K2 |
| Bereft of all her husband sister gone | J2 |
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| Ah who can tell that ne'er has known such fate | M |
| What wild and dreadful strength it gives to hate | M |
| What had she left Revenge Revenge was there | C2 |
| He crushed remorse and wrestled down despair | C2 |
| Held his red torch to memory's page and threw | C2 |
| A bloody stain on every line she drew | C2 |
| She felt dark pleasure with her frenzy blend | M |
| And hugged him to her heart and called him friend | M |
| - | |
| When sorrowing clouds the face of heaven deform | T2 |
| And hope's bright star sets darkly in the storm | T2 |
| Around us ghastly shapes and phantoms swim | O2 |
| And all beyond is formless vague and dim | O2 |
| Or life's cold barren path before us lies | J |
| A wild and weary waste of tears and sighs | J |
| From the lorn heart each sweetening solace gone | J2 |
| Abandoned friendless withered lost and lone | K2 |
| And when with keener pangs we bleed to know | J |
| That hands beloved have struck the deepest blow | J |
| That friends we deemed most true and held most dear | C2 |
| Have stretched the pall of death o'er pleasure's bier | C2 |
| Repaid our trusting faith with serpent guile | V |
| Cursed with a kiss and stabbed beneath a smile | V |
| What then remains for souls of tender mould | M |
| One last and silent refuge calm and cold | M |
| A resting place for misery's gentle slave | Q2 |
| Hearts break but once no wrongs can reach the grave | Q2 |
| - | |
| Rest ye mild spirits of afflicted worth | U2 |
| Sweet is your slumber in the quiet earth | U2 |
| And soon the voice of heaven shall bid you rise | J |
| To meet rewarding smiles in yonder skies | J |
| But where for solace shall the bosom turn | V2 |
| For death too strong for tears too proudly stern | V2 |
| When shall the lulling dews of peace descend | M |
| On hearts that cannot break and will not bend | M |
| Ah never never they are doomed to feel | V |
| Pains that no balm of heaven or earth can heal | V |
| To live in groans and yield their parting breath | W2 |
| Without a joy in life or hope in death | W2 |
| Yet for a while one living hope remains | J |
| That nerves each fibre and the soul sustains | J |
| One desperate hope whose agonizing throes | J |
| Are bitterer far than all the worst of woes | J |
| A hope of crime and horrors wild and strange | X2 |
| As demon thoughts that hope is thine Revenge | Y2 |
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| 'Twas this that gave oh Ellinor to thee | E |
| A strength to bear thy matchless misery | E |
| Though the hot blood ran boiling in her brain | X |
| And rolled a tide of fire through every vein | X |
| Though many a rushing voice of blighted bliss | J |
| Struck on her mental ears like adders' hiss | J |
| That hope gave gloomy fierceness to her eye | D |
| Dash'd down the tear repress'd the unloading sigh | D |
| Fixed her wan quivering lip and steeled her breast | M |
| To crush the hearts that robbed her own of rest | M |
| - | |
| She wound her way within a heavy shade | M |
| Of arching boughs in broad spread leaves arrayed | M |
| Which clustering close and thick shut out the light | M |
| And tinged with black the shadowy robe of night | M |
| Save here and there a melancholy spark | Z2 |
| Of flickering moonshine glimmered through the dark | Z2 |
| Cheerless and dim as when upon a pall | V |
| Through suffering tears the looks of sorrow fall | V |
| But opening farther on on either side | M |
| A wider space the severing trees divide | M |
| And longer gleams upon the pathway meet | M |
| And the soft grass is wet beneath her feet | M |
| And now emerging from the darksome shade | M |
| She pressed the silken carpet of the glade | M |
| Beyond the green within its western close | J |
| A little vine hung leafy arbor rose | J |
| Where the pale lustre of the moony flood | M |
| Dimm'd the vermillion'd woodbine's scarlet bud | M |
| And glancing through the foliage fluttering round | M |
| In tiny circles gemm'd the freckled ground | M |
| Beside the porch beneath the friendly screen | F |
| Of two tall trees a mossy bank was seen | F |
| And all around amid the silvery dew | C2 |
| The wild wood pansy rear'd her petals blue | C2 |
| And gold cups and the meadow cowslip red | M |
| Upon the evening air their odours shed | M |
| - | |
| Unheeded all the grove's deep gloom had been | A3 |
| Unseen the moonlight brightness of the green | F |
| In vain the stream's blue burnish met her eye | D |
| Lovely its wave but pass'd unnoticed by | D |
| The airs of heaven had breath'd around her brow | C2 |
| Their cooling sighs she felt them not but now | C2 |
| That lonely bower appeared and with a start | M |
| Convulsive shudders thrill'd her throbbing heart | M |
| For there in days alas for ever gone | J2 |
| When love's young torch with beams of rapture shone | K2 |
| When she had felt her heart's impassioned swell | V |
| And almost deem'd her Leon loved as well | V |
| There had she sat beneath the evening skies | J |
| Felt his warm kiss and heard his murmur'd sighs | J |
| Hung on his breast caressing and carest | M |
| Her husband smiled and Ellinor was blest | M |
| - | |
| And when his injured country's rights to shield | M |
| Blazed his red banner on the battle field | M |
| There had she lingered in the shadows dim | O2 |
| And sat till morning watch and thought of him | O2 |
| And wept to think that she might not be there | C2 |
| His toils his dangers and his wounds to share | C2 |
| And when the foe had bowed beneath his brand | M |
| And to his home he led his conquering band | M |
| There she first caught his long expected face | J |
| And sprung to smile and weep in his embrace | J |
| - | |
| These scenes of bliss across her memory fled | M |
| Like lights that haunt the chambers of the dead | M |
| She saw the bower and read the image there | C2 |
| Of joys that had been and of woes that were | C2 |
| She clench'd her hand in agony and cast | M |
| A glance of tears upon it as she past | M |
| A look of weeping sorrow 'twas the last | M |
| She check'd the gush of feeling turned her face | J |
| And faster sped along her hurried pace | J |
| - | |
| No longer now from Leon's lips were heard | M |
| The sigh of bliss the rapture breathing word | M |
| No longer now upon his features dwelt | M |
| The glance that sweetly thrills the looks that melt | M |
| No speaking gaze of fond attachment told | M |
| But all was dull and gloomy sad and cold | M |
| Yet he was kind or laboured to be kind | M |
| And strove to hide the workings of his mind | M |
| And cloak'd his heart to soothe his wife's distress | J |
| Under a mask of tender gentleness | J |
| It was in vain for ah how light and frail | V |
| To love's keen eye is falsehood's gilded veil | V |
| Sweet winning words may for a time beguile | V |
| Professions lull and oaths deceive a while | V |
| But soon the heart in vague suspicion tost | M |
| Must feel a void unfilled a something lost | M |
| Something scarce heeded and unprized till gone | J2 |
| Felt while unseen and tho' unnoticed known | K2 |
| A hidden witchery a nameless charm | B3 |
| Too fine for actions and for words too warm | T2 |
| That passing all the worthless forms of art | M |
| Eludes the sense and only woos the heart | M |
| A hallowed spell by fond affection wove | A2 |
| The mute but matchless eloquence of love | B2 |
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| - | |
| - | |
| Oh there were times when to my heart there came | H2 |
| All that the soul can feel or fancy frame | H2 |
| The summer party in the open air | C2 |
| When sunny eyes and cordial hearts were there | C2 |
| Where light came sparkling thro' the greenwood eaves | J |
| Like mirthful eyes that laugh upon the leaves | J |
| Where every bush and tree in all the scene | F |
| In wind kiss'd wavings shake their wings of green | F |
| And all the objects round about dispense | J |
| Reviving freshness to the awakened sense | J |
| The golden corslet of the humble bee | E |
| The antic kid that frolics round the lea | E |
| Or purple lance flies circling round the place | J |
| On their light shards of green an airy race | J |
| Or squirrel glancing from the nut wood shade | M |
| An arch black eye half pleas'd and half afraid | M |
| Or bird quick darting through the foliage dim | O2 |
| Or perched and twittering on the tendril slim | O2 |
| Or poised in ether sailing slowly on | S2 |
| With plumes that change and glisten in the sun | C3 |
| Like rainbows fading into mist and then | W |
| On the bright cloud renewed and changed again | W |
| Or soaring upward while his full sweet throat | M |
| Pours clear and strong a pleasure speaking note | M |
| And sings in nature's language wild and free | E |
| His song of praise for light and liberty | E |
| - | |
| And when within with poetry and song | D3 |
| Music and books led the glad hours along | D3 |
| Worlds of the visioned minstrel fancy wove | A2 |
| Tales of old time of chivalry and love | B2 |
| Or converse calm or wit shafts sprinkled round | M |
| Like beams from gems too light and fine to wound | M |
| With spirits sparkling as the morning's sun | C3 |
| Light as the dancing wave he smiles upon | S2 |
| Like his own course alas too soon to know | J |
| Bright suns may set in storms and gay hearts sink in wo | J |
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