To Revenita (11) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBCB DEDEF GHIDJKLIMNMOBPQLMMRO MRSTMRUVMWMRMKXAYZMR RMMMA2MKRB2 GGMMM| Farewell No not farewell I'll worship ever | A |
| Thy form divine | B |
| No death's despair no voice of doom shall sever | A |
| My heart from thine | B |
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| Thou'st crowned me with they love and bade me wear it | C |
| I kiss the shrine | B |
| I will not give thee up nay here I swear it | C |
| That thou art mine | B |
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| A desecrated holiness is o'er me | D |
| I've held the Thyrsus cup | E |
| I've dared the thunderbolts of Heaven for thee | D |
| I will not give up | E |
| SANSON | F |
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| World farewell | G |
| And thou pale tape light by whose fast dying flame I write | H |
| these words the last my hand shall pen farewell What is't to | I |
| die To be shut in a dungeon's walls and starved to death She | D |
| knows and soon will I She sought to learn of me and I to teach | J |
| to her the mystery of life Ha ha Who claimed her by the | K |
| church's law has given us both to learn the mystery of death | L |
| What was't I loved The eyes that thrilled me through and through | I |
| with their magnetic subtlety They're there set on my face but | M |
| where's their lifened light What was't I loved The mouth whose | N |
| coral redness I have buried in my own 'Tis there shrunk 'gainst | M |
| two rows of dead pale pearls and cold and colorless as lip of | O |
| statue carved of marble Was it the form whose perfect outline | B |
| stamped it with divinity It's there but 'reft of all its | P |
| winsome roundness and stiffening in the chill of death It makes | Q |
| me cold to look upon its rigidness But just this hour the breath | L |
| went out was't that I loved 'Twas this I clasped and kissed | M |
| What is it that we've christened love that glamours men to | M |
| madness and stains with falsehood virgin purity It made this | R |
| grewsome charnel vault a part of Heaven the graves there of | O |
| those murdered knaves made rests of roses for our heads it made | M |
| him spring the bolt and lock us in Where is the creed's | R |
| foundation I've shrived a thousand souls I cannot now absolve | S |
| my own To quench this awful thirst I cut an artery in my arm | T |
| and sucked its blood The thirstness did not cease They lied | M |
| 'Twas not the vultures at Prometeus' heart 'twas hunger at his | R |
| vitals gnawed The salt drops that I swallowed from that vein | U |
| have set my brain on fire What's that The ground's a tremble | V |
| 'neath my feet as touched with life Earth rend your breast and | M |
| let me in For anything but this dire darkness made alive with | W |
| vengeful eye balls his eyes They glare with hate at me I heard | M |
| him laugh but now For anything but this most loving corpse whose | R |
| head caressing rests it on my feet Ah no I did not mean it | M |
| thus I would not get away alone I loved that corpse It was the | K |
| sweetest bit of human frailty that to man e'er brought a blessing | X |
| or a curse I turned from Dias' holy grail to taste its nectar | A |
| Hell throw a wide your sulphur blazoned gates I'll grasp it in | Y |
| my arms and make the plunge Hist what was that I heard him | Z |
| laugh again Laugh fiend you cannot hurt me more Ah Reyenita | M |
| mine in life you were in death you shall be mine When this | R |
| clogged blood has stopped the wheels of life I'll put my arms | R |
| around your neck I'll lay my face against your frozen one and | M |
| thus I'll die When this foul place has crumbled to the sunlight | M |
| some relic hunting lunatic will stumble o'er our bones and | M |
| pitiless will weave a tale for eyes more pitiless to read Back | A2 |
| Stygian ghoul Death's on me now I feel his rattle in my throat | M |
| My limbs are blocks of ice My heart has tuned it with the | K |
| muffled dead march drum A jar of crashing worlds is in my ears | R |
| A drowsy faintness creeps upon | B2 |
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| The seal is broken the mystery tell | G |
| You have read the letters what do they tell | G |
| Do they tell you the story they told that day | M |
| To me in the Mission old and gray | M |
| The Mission Carmel at Monterey | M |
Madge Morris Wagner
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