Ione Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDBDC EFEFAGAH IBICJKKJ LMLMANAO PQPQRSRT CUCUVWXW YKYKRZRZ| I might strive as well to melt to softness the soulless breast | A |
| Of some fair and saintly image carven out of stone | B |
| With my smile as to stir you heart from its icy rest | A |
| Or win a tender glance from your royal eyes Ione | C |
| But your sad smile lures me on as toward some fatal rock | D |
| Is the fond wave drawn but to break with passionate moan | B |
| Break to be spurned from its cold feet with a stony shock | D |
| As you would spurn my suppliant heart from your feet Ione | C |
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| Ione there is a grave in the churchyard under the hill | E |
| The villagers shun like the unblest haunt of a ghost | F |
| Dropped there out of a dark spring night I remember still | E |
| For a foreign ship had anchored that night on the coast | F |
| On the gray stone tablet is written this one word Rest | A |
| Did he who sleeps underneath seek for it vainly here | G |
| What is the secret hidden there in the buried breast | A |
| The secret deeper sunken by dripping rains each year | H |
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| When autumn's bending boughs and harvests burdened the ground | I |
| An early laborer chancing to pass that way alone | B |
| Saw a small glove gleaming whitely upon the mound | I |
| And into the delicate wrist was woven Ione | C |
| And he said as he dropped it again his eye did mark | J |
| For this unknown unhallowed grave had been shunned by all | K |
| A narrow footpath winding through to the lofty wall | K |
| That guards the wild grandeur and gloom of your father's park | J |
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| 'Tis well to put small faith in a simple rustic's eye | L |
| This story your father heard and haughtily denied | M |
| The grass waves rankly now and gives the fellow the lie | L |
| How many secrets the tall deceitful grasses hide | M |
| Patting the turf that covers a maiden's innocent rest | A |
| And creeping and winding old haunted ruins among | N |
| As silently smooth's the mould above the murdered breast | A |
| Smothering down to deeper silence a buried wrong | O |
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| In your father's gallery once I saw your pictured face | P |
| Ione you were not always so sad and pale as this | Q |
| No beauty in all the long line of your noble race | P |
| Had eyes so softly bathed in bright bewitchment of bliss | Q |
| You were just nineteen they said it was painted in Spain | R |
| The year before you came it was on your foreign tour | S |
| By an artist too low to be reached by your disdain | R |
| A delicate passionate hearted boy proud and poor | T |
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| So said the rumors floating to us across the sea | C |
| You had only an invalid mother with you there | U |
| I fancy that then you set your heart's pure feelings free | C |
| For the first time far from your proud old father's care | U |
| For you used to wander down the shaded garden ways | V |
| Your slight hand closely clasped by the fair haired English youth | W |
| His blue eyes bent on your blushing face so rumor says | X |
| Though such light birds are not to be trusted much in truth | W |
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| Your face is not the face that looked from the antique frame | Y |
| Ione and even that is gone from the oaken wall | K |
| That picture that never was painted for gold or fame | Y |
| So vowed the artist friend who went with me to the hall | K |
| But the pain on your white brow sits regally I ween | R |
| The smile on your perfect lips is perilously sweet | Z |
| My slavish glances crown you my love my fate my queen | R |
| As you pass in peerless beauty adown the village street | Z |
Marietta Holley
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