The Image In The Glass Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCBCB D EEFGFHI D JJHFHFH K LLMGMGM G FNOHOHO K PPHHHHHThe slow reflection of a woman's face | A |
Grew as by witchcraft in the oval space | A |
Of that strange glass on which the moon looked in | B |
As cruel as death beneath the auburn hair | C |
The dark eyes burned and o'er the faultless chin | B |
Evil as night yet as the daybreak fair | C |
Rose red and sensual smiled the mouth of sin | B |
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II | D |
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The glorious throat and shoulders and twin crests | E |
Of snow the splendid beauty of the breasts | E |
Filled soul and body with the old desire | F |
Daughter of darkness how could this thing be | G |
You whom I loathed for whom my heart's fierce fire | F |
Had burnt to ashes of satiety | H |
You who had sunk my soul in all that's dire | I |
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III | D |
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How came your image there and in that room | J |
Where she the all adored my life's sweet bloom | J |
Died poisoned She my scarcely one week's bride | H |
Yea poisoned by a gift you sent to her | F |
Thinking her death would win me to your side | H |
And so it did but well it made some stir | F |
By your own hand I think they said you died | H |
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IV | K |
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Time passed And then was it the curse of crime | L |
That night of nights which forced my feet to climb | L |
To that locked bridal room 'T was midnight when | M |
A longing like to madness mastered me | G |
Compelled me to that chamber which for ten | M |
Sad years was sealed a dark necessity | G |
To gaze upon I knew not what again | M |
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V | G |
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Love's ghost perhaps Or in the curvature | F |
Of that strange mirror something that might cure | N |
The ache in me some message said perchance | O |
Of her dead loveliness which once it glassed | H |
That might repeat again my lost romance | O |
In momentary pictures of the past | H |
While in its depths her image swam in trance | O |
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VI | K |
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I did not dream to see the soulless eyes | P |
Of you I hated nor the lips where lies | P |
And kisses curled your features that were tuned | H |
To all demonic smiling up as might | H |
Some deep damnation while my God I swooned | H |
Oozed slowly out between the breast's dead white | H |
The ghastly red of that wide dagger wound | H |
Madison Julius Cawein
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