The Jessamine And The Morning-glory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEFEGG A HIHIJAJADF A KLKLMNMNHH A OGOGPAPAII A QRQRJAJAKKI | A |
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On a sheet of silver the morning star lay | B |
Fresh white as a baby child | C |
And laughed and leaped in his lissome way | B |
On my parterre of flowers smiled | C |
For a morning glory's spiral bud | D |
Of shell coned tallness slim | E |
Stood ready to burst her delicate hood | F |
And bloom on the dawning dim | E |
A princess royal in purple born | G |
To beauty and pride in the balmy morn | G |
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II | A |
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And she shook her locks at the morning star | H |
And her raiment scattered wide | I |
Low laughed at a hollyhock's scimetar | H |
Its jewels of buds to deride | I |
The pomegranate near with fingers of flame | J |
The hot faced geraniums nigh | A |
Their proud heads bowed to the queenly dame | J |
For they knew her state was high | A |
The fuchsia like a bead of blood | D |
Bashfully blushed in her silvery hood | F |
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III | A |
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All wit that this child of the morning light | K |
Was queen of the morn and them | L |
That the orient star in his beams of white | K |
Was her prince in a diadem | L |
For lavish he showered those pearls that flash | M |
And cluster the front of her smock | N |
From his lordly fingers of rays did dash | M |
Down zephyrs her crib to rock | N |
But a jessamine pale 'neath the arbor grew | H |
Meek selfless and sweet and a virgin true | H |
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IV | A |
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But the morning glory disdained her birth | O |
Of her chastity made a scorn | G |
I marvel she said if thy mother earth | O |
Was not sick when thou wast born | G |
Thou art pale as an infant an hour dead | P |
Wan thing dost weary our eye | A |
And she weakly laughed and stiffened her head | P |
And turned to her love i' the sky | A |
But the jessamine turned to the rose beside | I |
With a heavy glance and but sadly sighed | I |
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V | A |
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And the orient grew to a wealth of bars | Q |
'Neath which foam fires churned | R |
And the princess proud saw her lord of stars | Q |
In a torrid furnace burned | R |
And the giant of life with his breath of flame | J |
Glared down with one red eye | A |
And 'neath his breath this gorgeous dame | J |
In her diamonds did wilt and die | A |
But the jessamine fragrant waxed purer with light | K |
For my lady's bosom I culled it that night | K |
Madison Julius Cawein
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