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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