The Eve Of All-saints Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBC DEDDE FGFFG HIHHI JKJJK DLDDL MNMMN OPQQP RSRRS TKUTK VWVVW MXMMX DGDDG YZA2A2Z A2A2A2A2A2 DCDDC

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This is the tale they tellB
Of an Hallowe'enC
This is the thing that befellB
Me and the village BelleB
Beautiful Aimee DeanC
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Did I love her God and sheD
They know and IE
And love was the life of meD
Whatever else may beD
Would God that I could dieE
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That All Saints' eve was dimF
The frost lay whiteG
Under strange stars and a slimF
Moon in the graveyard grimF
An Autumn ghost of lightG
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They told her Go aloneH
With never a wordI
To the burial plot's unknownH
Grave with the grayest stoneH
When the clock on twelve is heardI
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Three times around it passJ
With never a soundK
Each time a wisp of grassJ
And myrtle pluck and passJ
Out of the ghostly groundK
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And the bridegroom that's to beD
At smiling waitL
With a face like mist to seeD
With graceful gallantryD
Will bow you to the gateL
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She laughed at this and soM
Bespoke us howN
To the burial place she'd goM
And I was glad to knowM
For I'd be there to bowN
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An acre from the farmO
The homestead gravesP
Lay walled from sun and stormQ
Old cedars of priestly formQ
Around like sentinel slavesP
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I loved but never could sayR
Such words to herS
And waited from day to dayR
Nursing the hope that layR
Under the doubts that wereS
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She passed 'neath the iron archT
Of the legended groundK
And the moon like a twisted torchU
Burned over one lonesome larchT
She passed with never a soundK
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Three times had the circle tracedV
Three times had bentW
To the grave that the myrtle gracedV
Three times then softly facedV
Homeward and slowly wentW
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Had the moonlight changed me soM
Or fear undoneX
Her stepping strange and slowM
Did she see and did not knowM
Or loved she another oneX
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Who knows She turned to fleeD
With a face so whiteG
That it haunts and will haunt meD
The wind blew gustilyD
The graveyard gate clanged tightG
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Did she think it me or whatY
Clutching her dressZ
Her face so pinched that notA2
A star in a stormy spotA2
Shows half as much distressZ
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Did I speak did she answer aughtA2
O God had I saidA2
Aimee 't is I but naughtA2
And the mist and the moon distraughtA2
Stared with me on her deadA2
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This is the tale they tellD
Of the Hallowe'enC
This is the thing that befellD
Me and the village BelleD
Beautiful Aimee DeanC

Madison Julius Cawein



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