The Last Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIIJKIIILMNOP QRSTIUVSWIGIXIYISZIK A2B2YISC2| She sleeps he sings to her The day was long | A |
| And tired out with too much happiness | B |
| She fain would have him sing of old Provence | C |
| Quaint songs that spoke of love in such soft tones | D |
| Her restless soul was straight besieged of dreams | E |
| And her wild heart beleagured of deep peace | F |
| And heart and soul surrendered unto sleep | G |
| Like perfect sculpture in the moon she lies | H |
| Its pallor on her through heraldic panes | I |
| Of one tall casement's gul d quarterings | I |
| Beside her couch an antique table weighed | J |
| With gold and crystal here a carven chair | K |
| Whereon her raiment that suggests sweet curves | I |
| Of shapely beauty bearing her limbs' impress | I |
| Is richly laid and near the chair a glass | I |
| An oval mirror framed in ebony | L |
| And dim and deep investing all the room | M |
| With ghostly life of woven women and men | N |
| And strange fantastic gloom where shadows live | O |
| Dark tapestry which in the gusts that twinge | P |
| A grotesque cresset's slender star of light | Q |
| Seems moved of cautious hands assassin like | R |
| That wait the hour | S |
| She alone deep haired | T |
| As rosy dawn and whiter than a rose | I |
| Divinely breasted as the Queen of Love | U |
| Lies robeless in the glimmer of the moon | V |
| Like Dana within the golden shower | S |
| Seated beside her aromatic rest | W |
| In rapture musing on her loveliness | I |
| Her knight and troubadour A lute aslope | G |
| The curious baldric of his tunic glints | I |
| With pearl reflections of the moon that seem | X |
| The silent ghosts of long dead melodies | I |
| In purple and sable slashed with solemn gold | Y |
| Like stately twilight o'er the snow heaped hills | I |
| He bends above her | S |
| Have his hands forgot | Z |
| Their craft that they pause idle on the strings | I |
| His lips their art that they cease speechless there | K |
| His eyes are set What is it stills to stone | A2 |
| His hands his lips and mails him head and heel | B2 |
| In terrible marble motionless and cold | Y |
| Behind the arras can it be he feels | I |
| Black browed and grim with eyes of sombre fire | S |
| Death towers above him with uplifted sword | C2 |
Madison Julius Cawein
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