The Troubadour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBBBBBCCDDEEBBDDFG HIJJ KKLMMNNOOP QQNNNNBBNNP RRBBBBBSRNNP MMNNBBBBTTUUSSNOBBNN RRPPBBBBNN| He stood where all the rare voluptuous West | A |
| Like some mad Maenad wine stained to the breast | A |
| Shot from delirious lips of ruby must | B |
| Long fierce triumphant smiles wherein hot lust | B |
| Swam like a feverish wine exultant tost | B |
| High from a golden goblet and so lost | B |
| And all the West and all the rosy West | B |
| Bathed his frail beauty hair and throat and breast | B |
| And there he bloomed a thing of rose and snows | C |
| A passion flower of men of snows and rose | C |
| Beneath the casement of her old red tower | D |
| Whereat the lady sat as white a flower | D |
| As ever blew in Provence and the lace | E |
| Mist like about her hair half hid her face | E |
| And all its moods which his sweet singing raised | B |
| Sad moods that censured it sweet moods that praised | B |
| And where the white rose climbing over and over | D |
| Up to her wide flung lattice like a lover | D |
| And gladiolas and deep fleurs de lis | F |
| Held honey cups up for the violent bee | G |
| Within her garden by the ivied wall | H |
| Where many a fountain falling musical | I |
| Flamed fire fierce in the eve against it flung | J |
| Like some mad nightingale the minstrel sung | J |
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| The passion O of plunging through and through | K |
| Lascivious curls star litten as light dew | K |
| And jeweled thick as is the bosomed dusk | L |
| Dense scintillant with stars Oh frenzy rare | M |
| Of twisting curling fingers in thy hair | M |
| No touch of balm beat winds from torrid seas | N |
| Were half so satin soft in sorceries | N |
| No god like life so sweet as lost to lie | O |
| Wrapped strand on strand deep in such hair and die | O |
| Ah love sweet love | P |
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| The mounting madness and the rapturous pain | Q |
| With fingers wound in thick cool curls to strain | Q |
| All the wild sight deep in thy perilous eyes | N |
| So agate polished where the thoughts that rise | N |
| Warm in the heart like on a witch's glass | N |
| Must forth in pictures beautiful and pass | N |
| No Siren sweetness wailed to lyres of gold | B |
| No naked beauty that the Greeks of old | B |
| God bosomed thro' the bursting foam did see | N |
| Were potent love to tear mine eyes from thee | N |
| Ah love sweet love | P |
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| Far o'er the sea of old time once a witch | R |
| The fair an Circe dwelt so rich | R |
| In marvelous magic cruel as a god | B |
| She made or unmade lovers at a nod | B |
| Ah bitter love that made all loves but brute | B |
| Ah bitterer thou who mak'st my heart a lute | B |
| To lie and languish for thee sad and mute | B |
| Strung high for utterance of the sweetest lay | S |
| Such magic music as Acrasia | R |
| And all her lovers swooned to utter bliss | N |
| And then not wake it with a single kiss | N |
| Ah cruel cruel love | P |
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| Knee deep within the dew damp grasses there | M |
| Against the stars that now were everywhere | M |
| Flung thro' the perfumed heav'ns of angel hands | N |
| And linked in tangled labyrinths of bands | N |
| Of soft rose hearted flame and glimmer rolled | B |
| One vast immensity of mazy gold | B |
| He sang like some hurt creature desolate | B |
| Heart aching for the loss of some wild mate | B |
| Hounded and speared to death of heartless men | T |
| In old romantic Arden waste and then | T |
| Turned to the one white star which like a stone | U |
| Of precious worth low on the heaven shone | U |
| A white sweet lovely face and passed away | S |
| From the warm flowers and the fountains' spray | S |
| And that fair lady in pale drapery | N |
| High in the quaint red tower did she sigh | O |
| To see him dimming down the purple night | B |
| Lone with his instrument die out of sight | B |
| Far in the rose pleached musk drunk avenues | N |
| Far in far in amid the gleaming dews | N |
| And left alone but with the sighing rush | R |
| Of the wan fountains and the deep night hush | R |
| Weep to the melancholy stars above | P |
| Half the lorn night for the desired love | P |
| Or down the rush strewn halls where arras old | B |
| Billowed with passage of her fold on fold | B |
| Even to the ponderous iron studded gate | B |
| That shrieked with rust steal from her lord and wait | B |
| Deep in the dingled hyacinth and rose | N |
| For him who sang so sweetly erst who knows | N |
Madison Julius Cawein
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