The Troubadour Of Trebizend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAAAAAAAABBBCCDAA AEEEFFFGGGHHHAAAAAAI IIJJKAAALMMNIGHT they say is no man's friend | A |
And at night he met his end | A |
In the woods of Trebizend | A |
Hate crouched near him as he strode | A |
Through the blackness of the road | A |
Where my Lord seemed some huge toad | A |
Eyes of murder glared and burned | A |
At each bend of road he turned | A |
And where wild the torrent churned | A |
And with Death we stood and stared | A |
From the bush as by he fared | A |
But he never looked or cared | A |
He went singing and a rose | B |
Lay upon his heart's repose | B |
With what thought of her who knows | B |
He had done no other wrong | C |
Save to sing a simple song | C |
'I have loved you loved you long ' | D |
And my lady smiled and sighed | A |
Gave a rose and looked moist eyed | A |
And forgot she was a bride | A |
My sweet lady Jehan de Grace | E |
With the pale Madonna face | E |
He had brought to his embrace | E |
And my Lord saw gave commands | F |
I was of his bandit bands | F |
Love should perish at our hands | F |
Young the Knight was He should sing | G |
Nevermore of love or spring | G |
Or of any gentle thing | G |
When he stole at midnight's hour | H |
To my Lady's forest bower | H |
We were hidden near the tower | H |
In the woods of Trebizend | A |
There he met an evil end | A |
Night you know is no man's friend | A |
He has fought in fort and field | A |
Borne for years a stainless shield | A |
And in strength to none would yield | A |
But we seized him unaware | I |
Bound and hung him stripped him bare | I |
Left him to the wild boars there | I |
Never has my Lady known | J |
But she often sits alone | J |
Weeping when my Lord is gone | K |
Night they say is no man's friend | A |
In the woods of Trebizend | A |
There he met an evil end | A |
Now my old Lord sleeps in peace | L |
While my Lady each one sees | M |
Waits and keeps her memories | M |
Madison Julius Cawein
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