The Birth Of The War-god (canto Fifth ) - Uma's Reward Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Now woe to Um for young Love is slain	A
Her Lord hath left her and her hope is vain	A
Woe woe to Um how the Mountain Maid	B
Cursed her bright beauty for its feeble aid	B
'Tis Beauty's guerdon which she loves the best	C
To bless her lover and in turn be blest	C
Penance must aid her now or how can she	D
Win the cold heart of that stern deity	D
Penance long penance for that power alone	E
Can make such love so high a Lord her own	E
But ah how troubled was her mother's brow	F
At the sad tidings of the mourner's vow	F
She threw her arms around her own dear maid	B
Kissed fondly kissed her sighed and wept and prayed	B
'Are there no Gods my child to love thee here	G
Frail is thy body yet thy vow severe	H
The lily by the wild bee scarcely stirred	I
Bends breaks and dies beneath the weary bird '	J
Fast fell her tears her prayer was strong but still	K
That prayer was weaker than her daughter's will	K
Who can recall the torrent's headlong force	L
Or the bold spirit in its destined course	L
She sent a maiden to her sire and prayed	B
He for her sake would grant some bosky shade	B
That she might dwell in solitude and there	M
Give all her soul to penance and to prayer	M
In gracious love the great Him laya smiled	N
And did the bidding of his darling child	N
Then to that hill which peacocks love she came	O
Known to all ages by the lady's name	O
Still to her purpose resolutely true	P
Her string of noble pearls aside she threw	P
Which slipping here and there had rubbed away	Q
The sandal dust that on her bosom lay	Q
And clad her in a hermit coat of bark	R
Rough to her gentle limbs and gloomy dark	R
Pressing too tightly till her swelling breast	C
Broke into freedom through the unwonted vest	C
Her matted hair was full as lovely now	F
As when 'twas braided o'er her polished brow	F
Thus the sweet beauties of the lotus shine	S
When bees festoon it in a graceful line	S
And though the tangled weeds that crown the rill	K
Cling o'er it closely it is lovely still	K
With zone of grass the votaress was bound	T
Which reddened the fair form it girdled round	T
Never before the lady's waist had felt	U
The ceaseless torment of so rough a belt	U
Alas her weary vow has caused to fade	B
The lovely colours that adorned the maid	B
Pale is her hand and her long finger tips	V
Steal no more splendour from her paler lips	V
Or from the ball which in her play would rest	C
Made bright and fragrant on her perfumed breast	C
Rough with the sacred grass those hands must be	D
And worn with resting on her rosary	D
Cold earth her couch her canopy the skies	W
Pillowed upon her arm the lady lies	W
She who before was wont to rest her head	X
In the soft luxury of a sumptuous bed	X
Vext by no troubles as she slumbered there	M
But sweet flowers slipping from her loosened hair	M
The maid put off but only for awhile	Y
Her passioned glances and her witching smile	Y
She lent the fawn her moving melting gaze	Z
And the fond creeper all her winning ways	Z
The trees that blossomed on that lonely mount	A2
She watered daily from the neighbouring fount	A2
If she had been their nursing mother she	D
Could not have tended them more carefully	D
Not e'en her boy her own bright boy shall stay	A2
Her love for them her first dear children they	A2
Her gentleness had made the fawns so tame	O
To her kind hand for fresh sweet grain they came	O
And let the maid before her friends compare	M
Her own with eyes that shone as softly there	M
Then came the hermits of the holy wood	A2
To see the votaress in her solitude	A2
Grey elders came though young the maid might seem	B2
Her perfect virtue must command esteem	B2
They found her resting in that lonely spot	A2
The fire was kindled and no rite forgot	A2
In hermit's mantle was she clad her look	C2
Fixt in deep thought upon the Holy Book	C2
So pure that grove all war was made to cease	D2
And savage monsters lived in love and peace	D2
Pure was that grove each newly built abode	A2
Had leafy shrines where fires of worship glowed	A2
But far too mild her penance Um thought	A2
To win from heaven the lordly meed she sought	A2
She would not spare her form so fair and frail	E2
If sterner penance could perchance prevail	E2
Oft had sweet pastime wearied her and yet	A2
Fain would she match in toil the anchoret	A2
Sure the soft lotus at her birth had lent	A2
Dear Um 's form its gentle element	A2
But gold commingled with her being gave	F2
That will so strong so beautifully brave	F2
Full in the centre of four blazing piles	G2
Sate the fair lady of the winning smiles	G2
While on her head the mighty God of Day	A2
Shot all the fury of his summer ray	A2
Yet her fixt gaze she turned upon the skies	W
And quenched his splendour with her brighter eyes	W
To that sweet face though scorched by rays from heaven	H2
Still was the beauty of the lotus given	H2
Yet worn by watching round those orbs of light	A2
A blackness gathered like the shades of night	A2
She cooled her dry lips in the bubbling stream	B2
And lived on Amrit from the pale moon beam	B2
Sometimes in hunger culling from the tree	D
The rich ripe fruit that hung so temptingly	E2
Scorched by the fury of the noon tide rays	Z
And fires that round her burned with ceaseless blaze	Z
Summer passed o'er her rains of Autumn came	O
And throughly drenched the lady's tender frame	O
So steams the earth when mighty torrents pour	I2
On thirsty fields all dry and parched before	I2
The first clear rain drops falling on her brow	F
Gem it one moment with their light and now	F
Kissing her sweet lip find a welcome rest	A2
In the deep valley of the lady's breast	A2
Then wander broken by the fall within	J2
The mazy channels of her dimpled skin	J2
There as she lay upon her rocky bed	A2
No sumptuous roof above her gentle head	A2
Dark Night her only witness turned her eyes	W
Red lightnings flashing from the angry skies	W
And gazed upon her voluntary pain	A
In wind in sleet in thunder and in rain	A
Still lay the maiden on the cold damp ground	A2
Though blasts of winter hurled their snows around	A2
Still pitying in her heart the mournful fate	A2
Of those poor birds so fond so desolate	A2
Doomed hapless pair to list each other's moan	E
Through the long hours of night sad and alone	E
Chilled by the rain the tender lotus sank	K2
She filled its place upon the streamlet's bank	K2
Sweet was her breath as when that lovely flower	L2
Sheds its best odour in still evening's hour	L2
Red as its leaves her lips of coral hue	P
Red as those quivering leaves they quivered too	P
Of all stern penance it is called the chief	M2
To nourish life upon the fallen leaf	M2
But even this the ascetic maiden spurned	A2
And for all time a glorious title earned	A2
Aparn Lady of the unbroken fast	A2
Have sages called her saints who knew the past	A2
Fair as the lotus fibres soft as they	A2
In these stern vows she passed her night and day	A2
No mighty anchoret had e'er essayed	A2
The ceaseless penance of this gentle maid	A2
There came a hermit reverend was he	D
As Br hmanhood's embodied sanctity	D
With coat of skin with staff and matted hair	M
His face was radiant and he spake her fair	M
Up rose the maid the holy man to greet	A2
And humbly bowed before the hermit's feet	A2
Though meditation fill the pious breast	A2
It finds a welcome for a glorious guest	A2
The sage received the honour duly paid	A2
And fixed his earnest gaze upon the maid	A2
While through her frame unwonted vigour ran	N2
Thus in his silver speech the blameless saint began	N2
'How can thy tender frame sweet lady bear	M
In thy firm spirit's task its fearful share	M
Canst thou the grass and fuel duly bring	O2
And still unwearied seek the freshening spring	O2
Say do the creeper's slender shoots expand	A2
Seeking each day fresh water from thy hand	A2
Till like thy lip each ruddy tendril glows	P2
That lip which faded still outreds the rose	P2
With loving glance the timid fawns draw nigh	Q2
Say dost thou still with joy their wants supply	Q2
For thee O lotus eyed their glances shine	S
Mocking the brightness of each look of thine	S
O Mountain Lady it is truly said	A2
That heavenly c	D

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