The Ideal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGFG HIHI JKJK LLLL MNMN OPQP RDRD SFSF DLDL DLDL DIDI

Thee have I seen in some waste Arden oldA
A white browed maiden by a foaming streamB
With eyes profound and looks like threaded goldA
And features like a dreamB
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Upon thy wrist the jessied falcon fleetC
A silver poniard chased with imageriesD
Hung at a buckled belt while at thy feetC
The gasping heron diesE
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Have fancied thee in some quaint ruined keepF
A maiden in chaste samite and her mienG
Like that of loved ones visiting our sleepF
Or of a fairy queenG
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She where the cushioned ivy dangling hoarH
Disturbs the quiet of her sable hairI
Pores o'er a volume of romantic loreH
Or hums an olden airI
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Or a fair Bradamant both brave and justJ
Intense with steel her proud face lit with scornK
At heathen castles demons' dens of lustJ
Winding her bugle hornK
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Just as stern Artegal in chastityL
A second Britomart in hardihoodL
Like him who 'mid King Charles' chivalryL
A pillared sunbeam stoodL
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Or one in Avalon's deep dingled bowersM
On which old yellow stars and waneless moonsN
Look softly while white downy lipp d flowersM
Lisp faint and fragrant tunesN
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Where haze like creatures with smooth houri formsO
Stoop thro' the curling clouds and float and smileP
While calm as hope in all her dreamy charmsQ
Sleeps the enchanted isleP
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And where cool heavy bow'rs unstirred entwineR
Upon a headland breasting purple seasD
A crystal castle like a thought divineR
Rises in mysteriesD
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And there a sorceress full beautifulS
Looks down the surgeless reaches of the deepF
And bubbling from her lily throat songs lullS
The languid air to sleepF
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About her brow a diadem of sparsD
At her fair casement seated fleecy whiteL
Heark'ning wild sirens choiring to the starsD
Thro' all the raven nightL
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And when she bends above the glow lit wavesD
She sees the sea king's templed city oldL
Wrought from huge shells and labyrinthine cavesD
Ribbed red with rusty goldL
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But nor the sirens' nor the ocean king'sD
Love will she heed but still sits yearning thereI
To have the secret bird that vaguely singsD
Her aching heart to shareI

Madison Julius Cawein



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