One Day And Another A Lyrical Eclogue Part Iv Late Autumn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Late Autumn | B |
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| They who die young are blest | C |
| Should we not envy such | D |
| They are Earth's happiest | E |
| God loved and favored much | D |
| They who die young are blest | C |
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| Sick and sad propped among pillows she sits at her window | F |
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| 'Though the dog tooth violet come | B |
| With April showers | G |
| And the wild bees' music hum | B |
| About the flowers | G |
| We shall never wend as when | H |
| Love laughed leading us from men | H |
| Over violet vale and glen | H |
| Where the bob white piped for hours | G |
| And we heard the rain crow's drum | B |
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| Now November heavens are gray | I |
| Autumn kills | J |
| Every joy like leaves of May | I |
| In the rills | J |
| Still I sit and lean and listen | K |
| To a voice that has arisen | K |
| In my heart with eyes that glisten | K |
| Looking at the happy hills | J |
| Fading dark blue far away | I |
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| She gazes out upon the dying garden | K |
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| There rank death clutches at the flowers | J |
| And drags them down and stamps in earth | L |
| At morn the thin malignant hours | J |
| Shrill mouthed among the windy bowers | J |
| Clamor a bitter mirth | L |
| Or is it heart break that forlorn | M |
| Would so conceal itself in scorn | M |
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| At noon the weak white sunlight crawls | J |
| Like feeble feet once beautiful | N |
| From mildewed walks to mildewed walls | J |
| Down which the oozing moisture falls | J |
| Upon the cold toadstool | N |
| Faint on the leaves it drips and creeps | J |
| Or is it tears of one who weeps | J |
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| At night a misty blur of moon | O |
| Slips through the trees pale as a face | J |
| Of melancholy marble hewn | O |
| And like the phantom of some tune | O |
| Winds whisper in the place | J |
| Or is it love come back again | H |
| Seeking its perished joy in vain | P |
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| She muses upon the past | Q |
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| When in her cloudy chiton | P |
| Spring freed the frozen rills | J |
| And walked in rainbowed light on | P |
| The forests fields and hills | J |
| Beyond the world's horizon | P |
| That no such glory lies on | P |
| And no such hues bedizen | P |
| Love led us far from ills | J |
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| When Summer came a sickle | N |
| Stuck in her sheaf of gleams | J |
| And let the honey trickle | N |
| From out the beehives' seams | J |
| Within the violet blotted | R |
| Sweet book to us alloted | S |
| Whose lines are starry dotted | R |
| Love read us still his dreams | J |
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| Then Autumn came a liar | T |
| A fair faced heretic | U |
| In gypsy garb of fire | T |
| Throned on a harvest rick | U |
| Our lives that fate had thwarted | R |
| Stood pale and broken hearted | R |
| Though smiling when we parted | R |
| Where love to death lay sick | U |
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| Now is the Winter waited | R |
| The tyrant hoar and old | V |
| With death and hunger mated | S |
| Who counts his crimes like gold | V |
| Once more before forever | T |
| We part once more then never | T |
| Once more before we sever | T |
| Must I his face behold | V |
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| She takes up a book and reads | J |
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| What little things are those | J |
| That hold our happiness | J |
| A smile a glance a rose | J |
| Dropped from her hair or dress | J |
| A word a look a touch | D |
| These are so much so much | D |
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| An air we can't forget | W |
| A sunset's gold that gleams | J |
| A spray of migonette | W |
| Will fill the soul with dreams | J |
| More than all history says | J |
| Or romance of old days | J |
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| For of the human heart | W |
| Not brain is memory | X |
| These things it makes a part | W |
| Of its own entity | X |
| The joys the pains whereof | A |
| Are the very food of love | A |
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| She lays down the book | Y |
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| How true how true but words are weak | Z |
| In sympathy they give the soul | N |
| To music music that can speak | Z |
| All the heart's pain and dole | N |
| Still making us remember most | W |
| The love we've lost the love we've lost | W |
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| So weary am I and so fain | P |
| To see his face to feel his kiss | J |
| Thrill rapture through my soul again | P |
| There is no hell like this | J |
| Ah God my God were it not best | W |
| To give me rest to give me rest | W |
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| She writes to him to come to her | T |
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| Dead lie the dreams we cherished | W |
| The dreams we loved so well | N |
| Like forest leaves they perished | W |
| Like autumn leaves they fell | N |
| Alas that dreams so soon should pass | J |
| Alas Alas | J |
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| The stream lies bleak and arid | W |
| That once went singing on | P |
| The flowers once that varied | W |
| Its banks are dead and gone | P |
| Where these were once are thorns and thirst | W |
| The place is curst | W |
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| Come to me I am lonely | X |
| Forgive what you have heard | W |
| Come to me if for only | X |
| One last sad parting word | W |
| For one last word before the pall | N |
| Falls over all | N |
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| The day and hour are suited | W |
| For what I'd say to you | A2 |
| Of love that I uprooted | W |
| But I have suffered too | A2 |
| Come to me I would say good by | B2 |
| Before I die | B2 |
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| The wind rises the trees are agitated | W |
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| Woods that beat the wind with frantic | U |
| Gestures and drop darkly 'round | W |
| Acorns gnarled and leaves that antic | U |
| Wildly on the rustling ground | W |
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| Is it tragic grief that saddens | J |
| Through your souls this autumn day | W |
| Or the joy of death that gladdens | J |
| In exultance of decay | W |
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| Arrogant you lift defiant | W |
| Boughs against the moaning blast | W |
| That like some invisible giant | W |
| Wrapped in tumult thunders past | W |
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| Is it that in such insurgent | W |
| Fury tossed from tree to tree | X |
| You would quench the fiercely urgent | W |
| Pangs of some old memory | X |
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| As in toil and violent action | P |
| That still help them to forget | W |
| Mortals drown the dark distraction | P |
| And insistence of regret | W |
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| She muses in the gathering twilight | W |
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| Last night I slept till midnight then woke and far away | W |
| A cock crowed lonely and distant came mournful a watch dog's bay | W |
| But lonelier sadder the tedious old clock ticked on towards day | W |
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| And what a day remember those morns of summer and spring | C2 |
| That bound our lives together each morn a wedding ring | C2 |
| Of dew aroma and sparkle and flowers and birds a wing | C2 |
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| Sweet morns when I strolled my garden awaiting him the rose | J |
| Expected too with blushes the Giant of Battle that grows | J |
| A bank of radiance and fragrance where the gate its shadow throws | J |
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| Not in vain did I wait departed summer amid your phlox | J |
| The powdery crystal and crimson of your hollow hollyhocks | J |
| Your fairy bells and poppies and the bee that in them rocks | J |
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| Cool clad 'neath the pendulous purple of the morning glory vine | P |
| By the jewel mine of the pansies and the snapdragons in line | P |
| I waited and there he met me whose heart was one with mine | P |
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| How warm was the breath of the garden when he met me there that day | W |
| How the burnished beetle and butterfly flew past us each a ray | W |
| The memory of those meetings still bears me far away | W |
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| Ah me when I think of the handfuls of little gold coins a mass | J |
| My bachelor's buttons scattered over the garden grass | J |
| And the marigolds that boasted their bits of burning brass | J |
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| More bitter I feel the autumn tighten 'round spirit and heart | W |
| And regret the days remembered as lost that stand apart | W |
| A chapter holy and sacred I read with eyes that smart | W |
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| Again to the woods a trysting by the watermill I steal | N |
| Where the lilies tumble together the madcap wind at heel | N |
| And meet him among the blossoms that the rocks and the trees conceal | N |
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| Or the wild cat grey of the meadows that the ox eyed daisies dot | W |
| Fawn eyed and tiger yellow that tangle a tawny spot | W |
| Of languid leopard beauty that dozes fierce and hot | W |
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| Ah back again with the present with winds that pinch and twist | W |
| The leaves in their peevish passion and whirl wherever they list | W |
| With the autumn hoary and nipping whose mausolean mist | W |
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| Builds wan a tomb for the daylight each morning shaggy with fog | D2 |
| That fits grey wigs to the cedars and furs with frost each log | E2 |
| That carpets with pearl the meadow and marbles brook and bog | D2 |
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| Alone at dawn indifferent alone at eve I sigh | B2 |
| And wait like the wind complaining complain and know not why | B2 |
| But ailing and longing and pining because I do not die | B2 |
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| How dull is that sunset dreary and cold and hard and dead | W |
| The ghost of the one last August that deeply rich and red | W |
| Like the wine of God's own vintage poured purple overhead | W |
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| But now I sit with the sighing dead dreams of a dying year | F2 |
| Like the fallen leaves and the acorns am worthless and feel as sear | F2 |
| With a withered soul and body whose heart is one big tear | G2 |
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| As I stare from my window the daylight like a bravo its cloak puts on | P |
| The moon like a cautious lanthorn glitters and then is gone | P |
| Will he come to night will he answer Oh God would it were dawn | P |
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| He enters Taking her in his arms he speaks | J |
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| They said you were dying | C2 |
| You shall not die | B2 |
| Why are you crying | C2 |
| Why do you sigh | B2 |
| Cease that sad sighing | C2 |
| Love it is I | B2 |
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| All is forgiven | P |
| Love is not poor | H2 |
| Though he was driven | P |
| Once from your door | I2 |
| Back he has striven | P |
| To part nevermore | I2 |
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| Will you remember | T |
| What I forget | W |
| Words each an ember | T |
| That you regret | W |
| Now in November | T |
| Now we have met | W |
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| What if love wept once | J |
| What though you knew | A2 |
| What if he crept once | J |
| Pleading to you | A2 |
| He never slept once | J |
| Nor was untrue | A2 |
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| Often forgetful | N |
| Love may forget | W |
| Froward and fretful | N |
| Dear he will fret | W |
| Ever regretful | N |
| He will regret | W |
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| Life is completer | A2 |
| Through his control | N |
| Living made sweeter | A2 |
| Even through dole | N |
| Hearing Love's metre | A2 |
| Sing in the soul | N |
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| Flesh may not hear it | W |
| Being impure | A2 |
| And mind may fear it | W |
| May not endure | A2 |
| But in the spirit | W |
| There we are sure | A2 |
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| So when to morrow | A2 |
| Ceases and we | X |
| Quit this we borrow | A2 |
| Mortality | X |
| Love chastens sorrow | A2 |
| So it can see | X |
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| Still you are weeping | C2 |
| Why do you weep | J2 |
| Are tears in keeping | C2 |
| With joy so deep | J2 |
| Gladness so sweeping | C2 |
| Are you asleep | J2 |
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| Speak to me dearest | W |
| Say it is true | A2 |
| That I am nearest | W |
| Dearest to you | A2 |
| Smile with those clearest | W |
| Eyes of grey blue | A2 |
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| She smiles through her tears holding his hands she speaks | J |
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| They did not say I could not live beyond this weary night | W |
| But now I know that I shall die before the morning's light | W |
| How weak I am but you'll forgive me when I tell you how | K2 |
| I loved you love you and the pain it is to leave you now | K2 |
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| We could not marry See the flesh that clothes the soul of me | X |
| Ordained at birth a sacrifice to this heredity | X |
| Denied forbade Ah you have seen the bright spots in my cheeks | J |
| Flush hectic as before the night the west burns blood red streaks | J |
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| Consumption But I promised you my hand a thing forlorn | P |
| Of life diseased Oh God and so far better so forsworn | P |
| Oh I was jealous of your love But think if I had died | W |
| Ere babe of mine had come to be a solace at your side | W |
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| Had it been little then your grief when Heaven had made us one | P |
| In everything that's good on earth and then the good undone | P |
| No no and had I had a child what grief and agony | X |
| To know that blight born in him too against all help of me | X |
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| Just when we cherish him the most and youthful sunny pride | W |
| Sits on his curly front to see him die ere we have died | W |
| Whose fault Ah God not mine but his that ancestor who gave | A |
| Escutcheon to our humble house a Death's head and a Grave | A |
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| Beneath the pomp of those grim arms I live and may not move | A |
| Nor faith nor truth nor wealth avail to hurl them down nor love | A |
| How could I tell you this not then when all the world was spun | P |
| Of morning colors for our love to walk and dance upon | P |
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| I could not tell you how disease hid here a hideous germ | L2 |
| Precedence slowly claiming and so slowly fixing firm | L2 |
| And when I broke our plighted troth and would not tell you why | B2 |
| I loved you thinking time enough when I have come to die | B2 |
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| Draw off my rings and let my hands rest so the wretched cough | A |
| Will interrupt my feeble speech and will not be put off | A |
| Ah anyhow my anodyne is this to know that you | A2 |
| Are near me love me Kiss me now as you were wont to do | A2 |
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| And tell me you forgive me all and say you will forget | W |
| The sorrow of that breaking off the fever and the fret | W |
| Now set those roses near my face and tell me death's a lie | B2 |
| Once it was hard for me to live now it is hard to die | B2 |
Madison Julius Cawein
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