La Beale Isoud Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDEFEGHIHJKLLL A MLMLAHAHLNOPO A HQHRLLLLHHSHSHHHHQ S RLRLJAJAHLSLSTHTHU S VWVXLYLYZA2B2A2B2LLL LSC2D2C2D2SWSWA2 A B2LB2LE2HE2HSF2LF2LL G2LG2S

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With bloodshot eyes the morning roseB
Upon a world of gloom and tearsC
A kindred glance queen Isoud showsB
Come night come morn cease not her fearsD
The fog clouds whiten all the valeE
The sunlight draws them to its loveF
The diamond dews wash ev'ry daleE
Where bays the hunt within the groveG
Her lute the one her touch he taughtH
To wake beneath the stars a songI
Of swan caught music is as naughtH
And on yon damask lounge is flungJ
Down o'er her cheeks her hair she drawsK
In golden rays 'twixt lily tipsL
And gazes sad on gloomy shawsL
'Neath which had often touched their lipsL
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With irised eyes from morn to noonM
And noon to middle night she stoopsL
From her high lattice 'neath the moonM
Hoping to see him 'mid the groupsL
Of mail swathed braves come jingling byA
And once there came a dame in weftH
All pearl besprent as when the skyA
A springtide day hath wept and leftH
A stormy eve one flash of gemsL
'Mid neatherds he's a naked waifN
Unwitted said she lipping scornO
And shook deep curls with a weak laughP
Tib clinked the gold thick in them wornO
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How long to wait and far she bentH
From her tall casement toward the lawnQ
A prospect of a wide extentH
Glassed in her eyes and hateful shownR
Along the white lake windy cragsL
Blue with coarse brakes and ragged pinesL
A bandit keep with trembling flagsL
And barren scars and waste marsh linesL
And now a palfried dame and knightH
Deep deer behaunted forests oldH
Whose sinewy boughs dark blocked the caveS
Of Heav'n o'er Earth a blasted holdH
'Mid livid fields a torrent's waveS
And o'er the bridge whose marble archedH
The torrent's foam dim in the dewH
Of morning one all glimmering marchedH
In glittering steel from helm to shoeH
With lance whose fang smote back the dawnQ
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Selled on a barb whose trappings shoneR
Red brass a morning star of joustsL
Upon the dawning beaming loneR
Burst from the hills' empurpled crustsL
A lying star whose double tongueJ
Was slave to gold I saw him dieA
'Tis ruth for he was brave and youngJ
I saw him in the close clay lieA
Then passed he rattling from the courtH
So grief in furrows ploughed her front'sL
Smooth surface wan and toward the eveS
The bloodshot eve upon the mountsL
Who o'er day's flow'ry bier did grieveS
And bow her melancholy starT
O'er teenful eyes she bent the lightH
Of her crown crescent's gem and farT
She lingered till the full mooned nightH
Showered ripple stars the gray mere o'erU
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And I'm like her who trims a flameV
Of sickly color bowing lowW
To balk the wind in wanton gameV
One stoops in secret toward her browX
With wind bulged cheeks a quick breath sendsL
And then the world is blind with gloomY
And filled with phantoms and with fiendsL
That strain huge eyes and jibe her doomY
Thus thought Isoud in her despairZ
Of Launcelot then thoughts grew onA2
And Arthur's lovely queen awayB2
In castled courts of CaerleonA2
And all their joy and dalliance gayB2
Until she could have thawed the sparsL
Of her clear fountained eyes to tearsL
And gush wild grief long seared by warsL
Of passionate anguish and great fearsL
Oh Tristram gone oh death in lifeS
Soft down below in the thick darkC2
A fountain throbbed monotonous foamD2
Unseen within the starlit parkC2
Deep in the tower's shadowed domeD2
And thus my heart drums frigid lifeS
In hateful gloom of fear and woeW
One flood of sorrow cataract rifeS
My full flush heart streams come and goW
Since Tristram's gone and I'm aloneA2
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Then sunk the moon and far awayB2
Beside the bickering lake the towersL
Of bandit braves shone tall and grayB2
Like specters in her lonely hoursL
And 'twixt the nodding grove and lakeE2
A glimmering fawn stalked thro' the nightH
And with full brow the musks did takeE2
Then bowed to drink she veiled her sightH
And moaning said Death is but lifeS
The fawn 'mid lilies from the mereF2
Sucks genial draughts to dull its thirstsL
O fondest spirit art thou nearF2
Draw to thy soul this soul that burstsL
The vivid lilies to the starsL
Clasp their white eyes and sink to sleepG2
O anguish to thy burning warsL
Lock my sad heart and drag it deepG2
Albeit she slept she dreamed in griefS

Madison Julius Cawein



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