The Feaster Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDECDEFFE GAGAHIJHIKDDK BLBLMJNM NOON PQPQORSORSTTS UOUOOVAOVAAAA WAW OXOOXOYY ZOZOOSA2OSA2OO NQNQ OOOOOAPPAB2B2OOAOOA NOQO

Oh who will hush that cry outside the doorsA
While we are glad withinB
Go forth go forth all you my servitorsA
And gather close my kinB
Go out to her Tell her we keep a feastC
Lost Loveliness who will not sit her downD
Though we imploreE
It is her silence binds me unreleasedC
It is her silence that no flute can drownD
It is her moonlit silence at the doorE
Wide as the whiteness but a fire on highF
That frights my heart with an immortal CryF
Calling me evermoreE
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Louder you viols louder O my harpG
Let me not hear her voiceA
And drown her keener silence silver sharpG
With waves of golden noiseA
For she is wise as Eden even muteH
To search my spirit through the deep and heightI
Again againJ
Outpierce her with your singing dawnlike fluteH
And you gloom over viols of the nightI
With colors lost in umber with sweet painK
Of richest world's desire prevail sing downD
All memory with pleading so you drownD
Her merciless refrainK
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Oh can you not with music nor with dinB
Save me the stress and stirL
In my lone spirit throned among my kinB
From that same voice of herL
The never ending query she hath hadM
Only to wake my Soul and only thenJ
Wake it to weepN
With 'Why ' and 'Art thou happy Art thou gladM
And hast thou fellowship with fellow men '-
So through my mirth and underneath my sleepN
Her voice abysmal hunger unfulfilledO
The calling calling never to be stilledO
Calling of deep to deepN
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But I have that shall fill this wound of mineP
Since Loveliness must beQ
Since Loveliness must save us or we pineP
And perish utterlyQ
All that the years have left us undismayedO
Of age or death and happier fair than truthR
When truth is fairS
Shapes of immortal sweetness to persuadeO
Iron and fire and marble to their youthR
Wild graces trapped from the three kingdoms' lairS
Of wildest Beauty shadow and smile and hushT
Fleet color of a daybreak of a blushT
For my sad soul to wearS
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Let April fade For me unfading bloomU
The little fruitless seedO
Deep sown of fire within the midmost gloomU
A sterner fire to feedO
The rainbow frozen in a lasting dewO
Green gazing emerald fresh as grass beneathV
The placid roseA
Fair pearl and you fair pearl and you and youO
Rained from the moon and kissing in a wreathV
As moment unto eager moment goesA
Look back at me you sapphires blue and wiseA
With farthest twilight blue resplendent eyesA
That never weep nor closeA
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O house me glories Give me house and homeW
Here for my homelessnessA
Set forth for me the wine the honeycombW
Whereto desire saith 'Yes '-
O Senses weave me from all lovely dustO
Some home array some fair familiar garbX
For me exiledO
Charm me some rare anointment I may trustO
Against her query searching like a barbX
The dumbness of a heart unreconciledO
Clothe me with silver fold me from dismayY
Save me from pity For I hear her sayY
'Alas Alas poor child '-
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'Alas Alas thou lost poor child how longZ
Why wilt thou suffer wantO
Why must I hear thy weeping through thy songZ
And see thine eyes grow gauntO
Making sad feast upon the crumbs of lightO
Shed long ago from heavenly highways whereS
Thy brethren areA2
And thy heart smoulders in thee to be brightO
Thy one sole refuge from thy one despairS
Fraying the thwarted body with a scarA2
How long before thine eyelids desolateO
How long shall this thy dark dominion waitO
For thee belated Star '-
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Belov d if the Moon could weepN
Or if the Sun could seeQ
How all these weltering alleys keepN
Their outcast treasuryQ
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O bitter bitter sweetO
Beauty of babyhoodO
Earth's wistful uttermost of goodO
Flung out upon the streetO
Fouled even as the highways wouldO
With mirk and mire and bruiseA
The cheek more petal fineP
Than rose before a shrineP
Those hands like star fish in the oozeA
And fingers fain to clingB2
To any stronger thingB2
And smiles for one triumphal GiftO
Should one lean down and liftO
And tendril hair O in such wiseA
With wild lights aureoledO
The morning glories twine and holdO
In some far paradiseA
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Oh well and deep the foul ways keepN
Lost treasure hid from dayO
Sun may not see but only weQ
Who look and look awayO

Josephine Preston Peabody



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