In The Public Library Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABACDCDCEFEFEGHGHI JKJLJMNMNMOPOQONRNRN STUTSVWVWV

Standing on tiptoe head back eyes and armA
Upraised Kate groped to reach the higher shelfB
Her sleeve slid up like darkness in alarmA
At gleam of dawn Impatient with herselfB
For lack of inches careless of her charmA
She strained to grasp a volume then she turnedC
Back to her chair an unforgetful EveD
Still snatching at the fruit for which she yearnedC
In Eden She read idly to relieveD
The forehead where her daylong studies burnedC
Tales of an uncrowned queen who fed her childE
On poisons till death lurked in act to springF
Between the girl's breasts who with soft mouth smiledE
With soft eyes tempted the usurping KingF
Then dealt him death in kisses Kate had piledE
Her books three deep before her and acrossG
This barricade she watched an old man nodH
Over a dirty paper until lossG
Of life seemed better than possession ShodH
With kisses death might skid like thistle flossI
Down windy slides might prove at heart as gayJ
As Cinderella in glass slippersK
Life goes awkwardly so sandalled Had decayJ
Been the girl's gift in that Miltonic strifeL
She would have rivalled God Kate thought A rayJ
Of sunshine carrying gilded flecks of dustM
And minutes bright with fancies touched her hairN
To powder it with gold and silver justM
As if being now admitted she should wearN
The scholar's wig colleague of those whose lustM
For beauty hidden in an outworn tongueO
Had made it possible for her to readP
Tales that were fathered in Arabia sungO
By trouv res and forgotten with their creedQ
Of love and magic Beams that strayed amongO
Kate's fingers lit a rosy lantern thereN
To glow in twilight Suddenly afraidR
She seemed to see her beauty in a flareN
Of light from hell A throng of devils swayedR
Before her devils that had learned to wearN
The shape of scholar poet libertineS
They smiled frowned beckoned swearing to estrangeT
Kate from reflection that her soul had beenU
Slain by her woman's body or would changeT
From contact with it to a thing uncleanS
Woman was made to worship man they preachedV
Not God to serve earth's purpose not to roamW
The heavens of thought A factory whistle screechedV
Someone turned up the lights On her way homeW
Kate wondered in what mode were angels breechedV

Lesbia Harford



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