Dionysia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDDCEFFEGGHIIHJJ KLLLAAMMNNOOPPQQRSRT URAAAVAV SSSAAAASSSSRRWWXSXSR RAASQSQYYQAQAQSSSSAA AASSAARARRRSSSS AXAXZZA2A2RRA2The day is dead and in the west | A |
The slender crescent of the moon | B |
Diana's crystal kindled crest | A |
Sinks hillward in a silvery swoon | B |
What is the murmur in the dell | C |
The stealthy whisper and the drip | D |
A Dryad with her leaf light trip | D |
Or Naiad o'er her fountain well | C |
Who with white fingers for her comb | E |
Sleeks her blue hair and from its curls | F |
Showers slim minnows and pale pearls | F |
And hollow music of the foam | E |
What is it in the vistaed ways | G |
That leans and springs and stoops and sways | G |
The naked limbs of one who flees | H |
An Oread who hesitates | I |
Before the Satyr form that waits | I |
Crouching to leap that there she sees | H |
Or under boughs reclining cool | J |
A Hamadryad like a pool | J |
Of moonlight palely beautiful | K |
Or Limnad with her lilied face | L |
More lovely than the misty lace | L |
That haunts a star and gives it grace | L |
Or is it some Leimoniad | A |
In wildwood flowers dimly clad | A |
Oblong blossoms white as froth | M |
Or mottled like the tiger moth | M |
Or brindled as the brows of death | N |
Wild of hue and wild of breath | N |
Here ethereal flame and milk | O |
Blent with velvet and with silk | O |
Here an iridescent glow | P |
Mixed with satin and with snow | P |
Pansy poppy and the pale | Q |
Serpolet and galingale | Q |
Mandrake and anemone | R |
Honey reservoirs o' the bee | S |
Cistus and the cyclamen | R |
Cheeked like blushing Hebe this | T |
And the other white as is | U |
Bubbled milk of Venus when | R |
Cupid's baby mouth is pressed | A |
Rosy to her rosy breast | A |
And besides all flowers that mate | A |
With aroma and in hue | V |
Stars and rainbows duplicate | A |
Here on earth for me and you | V |
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Yea at last mine eyes can see | S |
'Tis no shadow of the tree | S |
Swaying softly there but she | S |
M nad Bassarid Bacchant | A |
What you will who doth enchant | A |
Night with sensuous nudity | A |
Lo again I hear her pant | A |
Breasting through the dewy glooms | S |
Through the glow worm gleams and glowers | S |
Of the starlight wood perfumes | S |
Swoon around her and frail showers | S |
Of the leaflet tilted rain | R |
Lo like love she comes again | R |
Through the pale voluptuous dusk | W |
Sweet of limb with breasts of musk | W |
With her lips like blossoms breathing | X |
Honeyed pungence of her kiss | S |
And her auburn tresses wreathing | X |
Like umbrageous helichrys | S |
There she stands like fire and snow | R |
In the moon's ambrosial glow | R |
Both her shapely loins low looped | A |
With the balmy blossoms drooped | A |
Of the deep amaracus | S |
Spiritual yet sensual | Q |
Lo she ever greets me thus | S |
In my vision white and tall | Q |
Her delicious body there | Y |
Raimented with amorous air | Y |
To my mind expresses all | Q |
The allurements of the world | A |
And once more I seem to feel | Q |
On my soul like frenzy hurled | A |
All the passionate past I reel | Q |
Greek again in ancient Greece | S |
In the Pyrrhic revelries | S |
In the mad and M nad dance | S |
Onward dragged with violence | S |
Pan and old Silenus and | A |
Faunus and a Bacchant band | A |
Round me Wild my wine stained hand | A |
O'er tumultuous hair is lifted | A |
While the flushed and Phallic orgies | S |
Whirl around me and the marges | S |
Of the wood are torn and rifted | A |
With lascivious laugh and shout | A |
And barbarian there again | R |
Shameless with the shameless rout | A |
Bacchus lusting in each vein | R |
With her pagan lips on mine | R |
Like a god made drunk with wine | R |
On I reel and in the revels | S |
Her loose hair the dance dishevels | S |
Blows and 'thwart my vision swims | S |
All the splendor of her limbs | S |
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So it seems Yet woods are lonely | A |
And when I again awake | X |
I shall find their faces only | A |
Moonbeams in the boughs that shake | X |
And their revels but the rush | Z |
Of night winds through bough and brush | Z |
Yet my dreaming is it more | A2 |
Than mere dreaming Is some door | A2 |
Opened in my soul a curtain | R |
Raised to let me see for certain | R |
I have lived that life before | A2 |
Madison Julius Cawein
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