In Memoriam. - Mrs. Georgiana Ives Comstock, Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHAAHIJH AKHALAMHHHHNHHAA AAADAOPAQAAI RAASAT AAUDied at Hartford April th aged | A |
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I saw a brilliant bridal | B |
All that cheers | C |
And charms the leaping heart of youth was there | D |
And she the central object of the group | E |
The cherished song bird of her father's house | F |
Array'd in beauty was the loved of all | G |
Would I could tell you what a world of flowers | H |
Were concentrated there how they o'erflow'd | A |
In wreaths and clusters how they climb'd and swept | A |
From vase to ceiling with their gay festoons | H |
Whispering each other in their mystic lore | I |
Of fragrance and consulting how to swell | J |
As best they might the tide of happiness | H |
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A few brief moons departed and I sought | A |
The same abode There was a gather'd throng | K |
Beyond the threshold stone A few white flowers | H |
Crept o'er a bosom and a gentle hand | A |
That clasp'd them not A holy hymn awoke | L |
In plaintive melody but she who breath'd | A |
The very soul of music from her birth | M |
Lay there with close seal'd lips | H |
And the same voice | H |
That in the flushing of the autumnal rose | H |
Gladly pronounced the irrevocable words | H |
What God hath join'd together let no man | N |
Asunder put now in the chasten'd tones | H |
Of deep humility and tenderness | H |
Strove from the armory of Heaven to gird | A |
The hearts that freshly bled | A |
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At close of day | A |
In the lone sadden'd hour of musing thought | A |
I seem'd to view a scene where side by side | A |
Bridals and burials gleam'd the smile and tear | D |
Anguish and joy peace in her heavenly vest | A |
And brazen throated war and heard a cry | O |
Such is man's life below | P |
I would have wept | A |
Save that a symphony of harps unseen | Q |
Broke from a hovering cloud Lo we are they | A |
Who from earth's tribulation rose and found | A |
Our robes made white Henceforth we grieve no more | I |
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List List She mingleth in that raptur'd strain | R |
Who said so sweetly to her spirit's guide | A |
That the dear Lord whom she had early serv'd | A |
Stood near in her extremity and gave | S |
Her soul full willingness to leave a world | A |
All bright with beauty and requited love | T |
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And so Death lost his victory tho' he snatched | A |
The unwither'd garland out of Hymen's hand | A |
And wound it in cold mockery round the tomb | U |
Lydia Howard Sigourney
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