One Day And Another A Lyrical Eclogue Part Iv Late Autumn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Part IVA
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Late AutumnB
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They who die young are blestC
Should we not envy suchD
They are Earth's happiestE
God loved and favored muchD
They who die young are blestC
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Sick and sad propped among pillows she sits at her windowF
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'Though the dog tooth violet comeB
With April showersG
And the wild bees' music humB
About the flowersG
We shall never wend as whenH
Love laughed leading us from menH
Over violet vale and glenH
Where the bob white piped for hoursG
And we heard the rain crow's drumB
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Now November heavens are grayI
Autumn killsJ
Every joy like leaves of MayI
In the rillsJ
Still I sit and lean and listenK
To a voice that has arisenK
In my heart with eyes that glistenK
Looking at the happy hillsJ
Fading dark blue far awayI
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She gazes out upon the dying gardenK
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There rank death clutches at the flowersJ
And drags them down and stamps in earthL
At morn the thin malignant hoursJ
Shrill mouthed among the windy bowersJ
Clamor a bitter mirthL
Or is it heart break that forlornM
Would so conceal itself in scornM
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At noon the weak white sunlight crawlsJ
Like feeble feet once beautifulN
From mildewed walks to mildewed wallsJ
Down which the oozing moisture fallsJ
Upon the cold toadstoolN
Faint on the leaves it drips and creepsJ
Or is it tears of one who weepsJ
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At night a misty blur of moonO
Slips through the trees pale as a faceJ
Of melancholy marble hewnO
And like the phantom of some tuneO
Winds whisper in the placeJ
Or is it love come back againH
Seeking its perished joy in vainP
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She muses upon the pastQ
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When in her cloudy chitonP
Spring freed the frozen rillsJ
And walked in rainbowed light onP
The forests fields and hillsJ
Beyond the world's horizonP
That no such glory lies onP
And no such hues bedizenP
Love led us far from illsJ
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When Summer came a sickleN
Stuck in her sheaf of gleamsJ
And let the honey trickleN
From out the beehives' seamsJ
Within the violet blottedR
Sweet book to us allotedS
Whose lines are starry dottedR
Love read us still his dreamsJ
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Then Autumn came a liarT
A fair faced hereticU
In gypsy garb of fireT
Throned on a harvest rickU
Our lives that fate had thwartedR
Stood pale and broken heartedR
Though smiling when we partedR
Where love to death lay sickU
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Now is the Winter waitedR
The tyrant hoar and oldV
With death and hunger matedS
Who counts his crimes like goldV
Once more before foreverT
We part once more then neverT
Once more before we severT
Must I his face beholdV
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She takes up a book and readsJ
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What little things are thoseJ
That hold our happinessJ
A smile a glance a roseJ
Dropped from her hair or dressJ
A word a look a touchD
These are so much so muchD
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An air we can't forgetW
A sunset's gold that gleamsJ
A spray of migonetteW
Will fill the soul with dreamsJ
More than all history saysJ
Or romance of old daysJ
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For of the human heartW
Not brain is memoryX
These things it makes a partW
Of its own entityX
The joys the pains whereofA
Are the very food of loveA
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She lays down the bookY
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How true how true but words are weakZ
In sympathy they give the soulN
To music music that can speakZ
All the heart's pain and doleN
Still making us remember mostW
The love we've lost the love we've lostW
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So weary am I and so fainP
To see his face to feel his kissJ
Thrill rapture through my soul againP
There is no hell like thisJ
Ah God my God were it not bestW
To give me rest to give me restW
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She writes to him to come to herT
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Dead lie the dreams we cherishedW
The dreams we loved so wellN
Like forest leaves they perishedW
Like autumn leaves they fellN
Alas that dreams so soon should passJ
Alas AlasJ
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The stream lies bleak and aridW
That once went singing onP
The flowers once that variedW
Its banks are dead and goneP
Where these were once are thorns and thirstW
The place is curstW
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Come to me I am lonelyX
Forgive what you have heardW
Come to me if for onlyX
One last sad parting wordW
For one last word before the pallN
Falls over allN
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The day and hour are suitedW
For what I'd say to youA2
Of love that I uprootedW
But I have suffered tooA2
Come to me I would say good byB2
Before I dieB2
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The wind rises the trees are agitatedW
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Woods that beat the wind with franticU
Gestures and drop darkly 'roundW
Acorns gnarled and leaves that anticU
Wildly on the rustling groundW
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Is it tragic grief that saddensJ
Through your souls this autumn dayW
Or the joy of death that gladdensJ
In exultance of decayW
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Arrogant you lift defiantW
Boughs against the moaning blastW
That like some invisible giantW
Wrapped in tumult thunders pastW
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Is it that in such insurgentW
Fury tossed from tree to treeX
You would quench the fiercely urgentW
Pangs of some old memoryX
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As in toil and violent actionP
That still help them to forgetW
Mortals drown the dark distractionP
And insistence of regretW
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She muses in the gathering twilightW
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Last night I slept till midnight then woke and far awayW
A cock crowed lonely and distant came mournful a watch dog's bayW
But lonelier sadder the tedious old clock ticked on towards dayW
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And what a day remember those morns of summer and springC2
That bound our lives together each morn a wedding ringC2
Of dew aroma and sparkle and flowers and birds a wingC2
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Sweet morns when I strolled my garden awaiting him the roseJ
Expected too with blushes the Giant of Battle that growsJ
A bank of radiance and fragrance where the gate its shadow throwsJ
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Not in vain did I wait departed summer amid your phloxJ
The powdery crystal and crimson of your hollow hollyhocksJ
Your fairy bells and poppies and the bee that in them rocksJ
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Cool clad 'neath the pendulous purple of the morning glory vineP
By the jewel mine of the pansies and the snapdragons in lineP
I waited and there he met me whose heart was one with mineP
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How warm was the breath of the garden when he met me there that dayW
How the burnished beetle and butterfly flew past us each a rayW
The memory of those meetings still bears me far awayW
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Ah me when I think of the handfuls of little gold coins a massJ
My bachelor's buttons scattered over the garden grassJ
And the marigolds that boasted their bits of burning brassJ
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More bitter I feel the autumn tighten 'round spirit and heartW
And regret the days remembered as lost that stand apartW
A chapter holy and sacred I read with eyes that smartW
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Again to the woods a trysting by the watermill I stealN
Where the lilies tumble together the madcap wind at heelN
And meet him among the blossoms that the rocks and the trees concealN
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Or the wild cat grey of the meadows that the ox eyed daisies dotW
Fawn eyed and tiger yellow that tangle a tawny spotW
Of languid leopard beauty that dozes fierce and hotW
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Ah back again with the present with winds that pinch and twistW
The leaves in their peevish passion and whirl wherever they listW
With the autumn hoary and nipping whose mausolean mistW
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Builds wan a tomb for the daylight each morning shaggy with fogD2
That fits grey wigs to the cedars and furs with frost each logE2
That carpets with pearl the meadow and marbles brook and bogD2
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Alone at dawn indifferent alone at eve I sighB2
And wait like the wind complaining complain and know not whyB2
But ailing and longing and pining because I do not dieB2
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How dull is that sunset dreary and cold and hard and deadW
The ghost of the one last August that deeply rich and redW
Like the wine of God's own vintage poured purple overheadW
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But now I sit with the sighing dead dreams of a dying yearF2
Like the fallen leaves and the acorns am worthless and feel as searF2
With a withered soul and body whose heart is one big tearG2
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As I stare from my window the daylight like a bravo its cloak puts onP
The moon like a cautious lanthorn glitters and then is goneP
Will he come to night will he answer Oh God would it were dawnP
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He enters Taking her in his arms he speaksJ
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They said you were dyingC2
You shall not dieB2
Why are you cryingC2
Why do you sighB2
Cease that sad sighingC2
Love it is IB2
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All is forgivenP
Love is not poorH2
Though he was drivenP
Once from your doorI2
Back he has strivenP
To part nevermoreI2
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Will you rememberT
What I forgetW
Words each an emberT
That you regretW
Now in NovemberT
Now we have metW
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What if love wept onceJ
What though you knewA2
What if he crept onceJ
Pleading to youA2
He never slept onceJ
Nor was untrueA2
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Often forgetfulN
Love may forgetW
Froward and fretfulN
Dear he will fretW
Ever regretfulN
He will regretW
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Life is completerA2
Through his controlN
Living made sweeterA2
Even through doleN
Hearing Love's metreA2
Sing in the soulN
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Flesh may not hear itW
Being impureA2
And mind may fear itW
May not endureA2
But in the spiritW
There we are sureA2
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So when to morrowA2
Ceases and weX
Quit this we borrowA2
MortalityX
Love chastens sorrowA2
So it can seeX
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Still you are weepingC2
Why do you weepJ2
Are tears in keepingC2
With joy so deepJ2
Gladness so sweepingC2
Are you asleepJ2
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Speak to me dearestW
Say it is trueA2
That I am nearestW
Dearest to youA2
Smile with those clearestW
Eyes of grey blueA2
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She smiles through her tears holding his hands she speaksJ
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They did not say I could not live beyond this weary nightW
But now I know that I shall die before the morning's lightW
How weak I am but you'll forgive me when I tell you howK2
I loved you love you and the pain it is to leave you nowK2
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We could not marry See the flesh that clothes the soul of meX
Ordained at birth a sacrifice to this heredityX
Denied forbade Ah you have seen the bright spots in my cheeksJ
Flush hectic as before the night the west burns blood red streaksJ
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Consumption But I promised you my hand a thing forlornP
Of life diseased Oh God and so far better so forswornP
Oh I was jealous of your love But think if I had diedW
Ere babe of mine had come to be a solace at your sideW
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Had it been little then your grief when Heaven had made us oneP
In everything that's good on earth and then the good undoneP
No no and had I had a child what grief and agonyX
To know that blight born in him too against all help of meX
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Just when we cherish him the most and youthful sunny prideW
Sits on his curly front to see him die ere we have diedW
Whose fault Ah God not mine but his that ancestor who gaveA
Escutcheon to our humble house a Death's head and a GraveA
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Beneath the pomp of those grim arms I live and may not moveA
Nor faith nor truth nor wealth avail to hurl them down nor loveA
How could I tell you this not then when all the world was spunP
Of morning colors for our love to walk and dance uponP
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I could not tell you how disease hid here a hideous germL2
Precedence slowly claiming and so slowly fixing firmL2
And when I broke our plighted troth and would not tell you whyB2
I loved you thinking time enough when I have come to dieB2
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Draw off my rings and let my hands rest so the wretched coughA
Will interrupt my feeble speech and will not be put offA
Ah anyhow my anodyne is this to know that youA2
Are near me love me Kiss me now as you were wont to doA2
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And tell me you forgive me all and say you will forgetW
The sorrow of that breaking off the fever and the fretW
Now set those roses near my face and tell me death's a lieB2
Once it was hard for me to live now it is hard to dieB2

Madison Julius Cawein



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