The Jessamine And The Morning-glory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEFEGG A HIHIJAJADF A KLKLMNMNHH A OGOGPAPAII A QRQRJAJAKK

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On a sheet of silver the morning star layB
Fresh white as a baby childC
And laughed and leaped in his lissome wayB
On my parterre of flowers smiledC
For a morning glory's spiral budD
Of shell coned tallness slimE
Stood ready to burst her delicate hoodF
And bloom on the dawning dimE
A princess royal in purple bornG
To beauty and pride in the balmy mornG
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IIA
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And she shook her locks at the morning starH
And her raiment scattered wideI
Low laughed at a hollyhock's scimetarH
Its jewels of buds to derideI
The pomegranate near with fingers of flameJ
The hot faced geraniums nighA
Their proud heads bowed to the queenly dameJ
For they knew her state was highA
The fuchsia like a bead of bloodD
Bashfully blushed in her silvery hoodF
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IIIA
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All wit that this child of the morning lightK
Was queen of the morn and themL
That the orient star in his beams of whiteK
Was her prince in a diademL
For lavish he showered those pearls that flashM
And cluster the front of her smockN
From his lordly fingers of rays did dashM
Down zephyrs her crib to rockN
But a jessamine pale 'neath the arbor grewH
Meek selfless and sweet and a virgin trueH
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But the morning glory disdained her birthO
Of her chastity made a scornG
I marvel she said if thy mother earthO
Was not sick when thou wast bornG
Thou art pale as an infant an hour deadP
Wan thing dost weary our eyeA
And she weakly laughed and stiffened her headP
And turned to her love i' the skyA
But the jessamine turned to the rose besideI
With a heavy glance and but sadly sighedI
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And the orient grew to a wealth of barsQ
'Neath which foam fires churnedR
And the princess proud saw her lord of starsQ
In a torrid furnace burnedR
And the giant of life with his breath of flameJ
Glared down with one red eyeA
And 'neath his breath this gorgeous dameJ
In her diamonds did wilt and dieA
But the jessamine fragrant waxed purer with lightK
For my lady's bosom I culled it that nightK

Madison Julius Cawein



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