Isabelle And I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIJKLML NOPOQLRL BGSGTULU LVAVLEOE WXWXYZA2Z B2C2D2C2E2F2G2H2 I2J2I2J2DELE B2K2J2K2L2EJ2E J2J2M2J2J2N2J2N2 O2P2Q2P2H2R2S2T2 J2U2J2U2J2V2J2V2 J2W2J2W2EJ2D2J2 D2J2X2J2

Isabelle has gold and landsA
Fate gave her a fair lotB
Like the white lilies of the fieldC
Her soft hands toil notB
I gaze upon her splendorD
Without an envious sighE
I have no wealth in lands and goldF
And yet sweet peace have IE
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I know the blue sky smiles as brightG
On the low field violetH
As on the proud crest of the pineI
On loftiest mountain setJ
I am content God loveth allK
And if He tenderlyL
The sparrow guides He knoweth bestM
The place where I should beL
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Her violet velvet curtains trailN
Down to the floorO
But brightly God's rich sunshine streamsP
Into my cottage doorO
And not a picture on her wallsQ
Hath beauty unto meL
Like that which from my window frameR
I daily lean to seeL
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She has known such pomp she careth notB
For any humble sightG
Flowers bending o'er the brook's green edgeS
To her give no delightG
She tends her costly eastern birdT
With gold upon its wingU
But her wild roses bloom for meL
For me her wild birds singU
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She tires of home and fain would seeL
The brightest clime of earthV
And so she sails for summer landsA
With friends to share her mirthV
She waves her jewelled hand to meL
The opal spray clouds flyE
She leaves me with the fading shoreO
Do I envy her not IE
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She will see the sailor's hardened palmsW
Curbing the toiling sailsX
She will faint beneath the tropic calmsW
And face the angry galesX
She will labor for her happinessY
While I've no need to speakZ
But on a lotus leaf I floatA2
Unto the land they seekZ
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There like a dream from out the waveB2
I see a city riseC2
I stand entranced as by a spellD2
Upon the Bridge of SighsC2
The low and measured dip of oarsE2
Falls softly on my earF2
Blent with the tender evening songG2
Of some swart gondolierH2
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And down from marble terracesI2
Veiled ladies slowly passJ2
And entering antique bargesI2
Glide down the streets of glassJ2
And eyes filled with the dew and fireD
Of their own midnight skyE
Gleam full on me as silentlyL
The gondolas float byE
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The sunset burns and turns the waveB2
To an enchanted streamK2
And far up on the shadowy steepsJ2
The white walled convents gleamK2
The music of their bells float outL2
The sweet wind bears it byE
Adown the warm and sunny slopesJ2
Where purple vineyards lieE
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And I stand in old cathedralsJ2
By tombs of buried kingsJ2
White angels bend above themM2
Mute guard with folded wingsJ2
Far down the aisle the organ pealsJ2
The priests are knelt in prayerN2
And memories flood its ancient wallsJ2
As the music fills the airN2
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I may not see that blessed landO2
But she roams o'er the sodP2
The Lord's pure eyes have hallowedQ2
Where once His feet have trodP2
Yet He in mercy has drawn nearH2
He has me comfortedR2
So near He seemed I almost feltS2
His hand upon my headT2
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And I with slow and reverent stepsJ2
Through ancient cities roamU2
Treading o'er crumbling columnsJ2
The dust of spire and domeU2
The tall and shattered archesJ2
Their flickering shadows castV2
Like bent and hoary spectresJ2
Low murmuring of the pastV2
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And Isabelle toils o'er the AlpsJ2
Through fields of ice and snowW2
To see the lofty glaciersJ2
Flash in the sun's red glowW2
I feel no cold and yet on highE
Their shining spires I seeJ2
Why should I envy IsabelleD2
Why should she pity meJ2
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Why should I envy IsabelleD2
When thus so easilyJ2
Upon a tropic flower's perfumeX2
I float across the seaJ2

Marietta Holley



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