Poet Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein

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The Last Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIIJKIIILMNOP QRSTIUVSWIGIXIYISZIK A2B2YISC2

She sleeps he sings to her The day was longA
And tired out with too much happinessB
She fain would have him sing of old ProvenceC
Quaint songs that spoke of love in such soft tonesD
Her restless soul was straight besieged of dreamsE
And her wild heart beleagured of deep peaceF
And heart and soul surrendered unto sleepG
Like perfect sculpture in the moon she liesH
Its pallor on her through heraldic panesI
Of one tall casement's gul d quarteringsI
Beside her couch an antique table weighedJ
With gold and crystal here a carven chairK
Whereon her raiment that suggests sweet curvesI
Of shapely beauty bearing her limbs' impressI
Is richly laid and near the chair a glassI
An oval mirror framed in ebonyL
And dim and deep investing all the roomM
With ghostly life of woven women and menN
And strange fantastic gloom where shadows liveO
Dark tapestry which in the gusts that twingeP
A grotesque cresset's slender star of lightQ
Seems moved of cautious hands assassin likeR
That wait the hourS
She alone deep hairedT
As rosy dawn and whiter than a roseI
Divinely breasted as the Queen of LoveU
Lies robeless in the glimmer of the moonV
Like Dana within the golden showerS
Seated beside her aromatic restW
In rapture musing on her lovelinessI
Her knight and troubadour A lute aslopeG
The curious baldric of his tunic glintsI
With pearl reflections of the moon that seemX
The silent ghosts of long dead melodiesI
In purple and sable slashed with solemn goldY
Like stately twilight o'er the snow heaped hillsI
He bends above herS
Have his hands forgotZ
Their craft that they pause idle on the stringsI
His lips their art that they cease speechless thereK
His eyes are set What is it stills to stoneA2
His hands his lips and mails him head and heelB2
In terrible marble motionless and coldY
Behind the arras can it be he feelsI
Black browed and grim with eyes of sombre fireS
Death towers above him with uplifted swordC2

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