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 DCDDCA | |
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This is the tale they tell | B |
Of an Hallowe'en | C |
This is the thing that befell | B |
Me and the village Belle | B |
Beautiful Aimee Dean | C |
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Did I love her God and she | D |
They know and I | E |
And love was the life of me | D |
Whatever else may be | D |
Would God that I could die | E |
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That All Saints' eve was dim | F |
The frost lay white | G |
Under strange stars and a slim | F |
Moon in the graveyard grim | F |
An Autumn ghost of light | G |
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They told her Go alone | H |
With never a word | I |
To the burial plot's unknown | H |
Grave with the grayest stone | H |
When the clock on twelve is heard | I |
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Three times around it pass | J |
With never a sound | K |
Each time a wisp of grass | J |
And myrtle pluck and pass | J |
Out of the ghostly ground | K |
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And the bridegroom that's to be | D |
At smiling wait | L |
With a face like mist to see | D |
With graceful gallantry | D |
Will bow you to the gate | L |
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She laughed at this and so | M |
Bespoke us how | N |
To the burial place she'd go | M |
And I was glad to know | M |
For I'd be there to bow | N |
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An acre from the farm | O |
The homestead graves | P |
Lay walled from sun and storm | Q |
Old cedars of priestly form | Q |
Around like sentinel slaves | P |
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I loved but never could say | R |
Such words to her | S |
And waited from day to day | R |
Nursing the hope that lay | R |
Under the doubts that were | S |
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She passed 'neath the iron arch | T |
Of the legended ground | K |
And the moon like a twisted torch | U |
Burned over one lonesome larch | T |
She passed with never a sound | K |
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Three times had the circle traced | V |
Three times had bent | W |
To the grave that the myrtle graced | V |
Three times then softly faced | V |
Homeward and slowly went | W |
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Had the moonlight changed me so | M |
Or fear undone | X |
Her stepping strange and slow | M |
Did she see and did not know | M |
Or loved she another one | X |
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Who knows She turned to flee | D |
With a face so white | G |
That it haunts and will haunt me | D |
The wind blew gustily | D |
The graveyard gate clanged tight | G |
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Did she think it me or what | Y |
Clutching her dress | Z |
Her face so pinched that not | A2 |
A star in a stormy spot | A2 |
Shows half as much distress | Z |
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Did I speak did she answer aught | A2 |
O God had I said | A2 |
Aimee 't is I but naught | A2 |
And the mist and the moon distraught | A2 |
Stared with me on her dead | A2 |
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This is the tale they tell | D |
Of the Hallowe'en | C |
This is the thing that befell | D |
Me and the village Belle | D |
Beautiful Aimee Dean | C |
Madison Julius Cawein
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