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Tristram And Iseult Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
TRISTRAM	B
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Tristram Is she not come The messenger was sure	C
Prop me upon the pillows once again	D
Raise me my page this cannot long endure	C
Christ what a night how the sleet whips the pane	E
What lights will those out to the northward be	F
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The Page The lanterns of the fishing boats at sea	F
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Tristram Soft who is that stands by the dying fire	G
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The Page Iseult	H
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Tristram Ah not the Iseult I desire	G
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What Knight is this so weak and pale	I
Though the locks are yet brown on his noble head	H
Propt on pillows in his bed	H
Gazing seaward for the light	H
Of some ship that fights the gale	I
On this wild December night	H
Over the sick man's feet is spread	H
A dark green forest dress	J
A gold harp leans against the bed	H
Ruddy in the fire's light	H
I know him by his harp of gold	H
Famous in Arthur's court of old	H
I know him by his forest dress	J
The peerless hunter harper knight	H
Tristram of Lyoness	J
What Lady is this whose silk attire	G
Gleams so rich in the light of the fire	G
The ringlets on her shoulders lying	K
In their flitting lustre vying	K
With the clasp of burnish'd gold	H
Which her heavy robe doth hold	H
Her looks are mild her fingers slight	H
As the driven snow are white	H
But her cheeks are sunk and pale	I
Is it that the bleak sea gale	I
Beating from the Atlantic sea	J
On this coast of Brittany	J
Nips too keenly the sweet flower	G
Is it that a deep fatigue	L
Hath come on her a chilly fear	M
Passing all her youthful hour	G
Spinning with her maidens here	N
Listlessly through the window bars	J
Gazing seawards many a league	L
From her lonely shore built tower	G
While the knights are at the wars	J
Or perhaps has her young heart	H
Felt already some deeper smart	H
Of those that in secret the heart strings rive	O
Leaving her sunk and pale though fair	P
Who is this snowdrop by the sea	J
I know her by her mildness rare	P
Her snow white hands her golden hair	P
I know her by her rich silk dress	J
And her fragile loveliness	J
The sweetest Christian soul alive	O
Iseult of Brittany	J
Iseult of Brittany but where	P
Is that other Iseult fair	P
That proud first Iseult Cornwall's queen	Q
She whom Tristram's ship of yore	R
From Ireland to Cornwall bore	R
To Tyntagel to the side	H
Of King Marc to be his bride	H
She who as they voyaged quaff'd	H
With Tristram that spiced magic draught	H
Which since then for ever rolls	J
Through their blood and binds their souls	J
Working love but working teen	Q
There were two Iseults who did sway	S
Each her hour of Tristram's day	S
But one possess'd his waning time	T
The other his resplendent prime	T
Behold her here the patient flower	G
Who possess'd his darker hour	G
Iseult of the Snow White Hand	H
Watches pale by Tristram's bed	H
She is here who had his gloom	U
Where art thou who hadst his bloom	U
One such kiss as those of yore	R
Might thy dying knight restore	R
Does the love draught work no more	R
Art thou cold or false or dead	H
Iseult of Ireland	H
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Loud howls the wind sharp patters the rain	E
And the knight sinks back on his pillows again	D
He is weak with fever and pain	E
And his spirit is not clear	M
Hark he mutters in his sleep	V
As he wanders far from here	N
Changes place and time of year	M
And his clos d eye doth sweep	V
O'er some fair unwintry sea	J
Not this fierce Atlantic deep	V
While he mutters brokenly	I
Tristram The calm sea shines loose hang the vessel's sails	J
Before us are the sweet green fields of Wales	J
And overhead the cloudless sky of May	S
'Ah would I were in those green fields at play	S
Not pent on ship board this delicious day	S
Tristram I pray thee of thy courtesy	J
Reach me my golden phial stands by thee	J
But pledge me in it first for courtesy '	-
Ha dost thou start are thy lips blanch'd like mine	W
Child 'tis no true draught this 'tis poison'd wine	W
Iseult	S
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Ah sweet angels let him dream	X
Keep his eyelids let him seem	X
Not this fever wasted wight	S
Thinn'd and paled before his time	T
But the brilliant youthful knight	S
In the glory of his prime	T
Sitting in the gilded barge	Y
At thy side thou lovely charge	Y
Bending gaily o'er thy hand	S
Iseult of Ireland	S
And she too that princess fair	P
If her bloom be now less rare	P
Let her have her youth again	D
Let her be as she was then	D
Let her have her proud dark eyes	J
And her petulant quick replies	J
Let her sweep her dazzling hand	S
With its gesture of command	S
And shake back her raven hair	P
With the old imperious air	P
As of old so let her be	J
That first Iseult princess bright	S
Chatting with her youthful knight	S
As he steers her o'er the sea	J
Quitting at her father's will	I
The green isle where she was bred	S
And her bower in Ireland	S
For the surge beat Cornish strand	S
Where the prince whom she must wed	S
Dwells on loud Tyntagel's hill	I
High above the sounding sea	J
And that potion rare her mother	G
Gave her that her future lord	S
Gave her that King Marc and she	J
Might drink it on their marriage day	S
And for ever love each other	G
Let her as she sits on board	S
Ah sweet saints unwittingly	J
See it shine and take it up	Z
And to Tristram laughing say	S
'Sir Tristram of thy courtesy	J
Pledge me in my golden cup '	-
Let them drink it let their hands	J
Tremble and their cheeks be flame	A2
As they feel the fatal bands	J
Of a love they dare not name	A2
With a wild delicious pain	E
Twine about their hearts again	D
Let the early summer be	J
Once more round them and the sea	J
Blue and o'er its mirror kind	S
Let the breath of the May wind	S
Wandering through their drooping sails	J
Die on the green fields of Wales	J
Let a dream like this restore	R
What his eye must see no more	R
Tristram Chill blows the wind the pleasaunce walks are drear	R
Madcap what jest was this to meet me here	R
Were feet like those made for so wild a way	S
The southern winter parlour by my fay	S
Had been the likeliest trysting place to day	S
'Tristram nay nay thou must not take my hand	S
Tristram sweet love we are betray'd out plann'd	S
Fly save thyself save me I dare not stay '	-
One last kiss first ''Tis vain to horse away '	-
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Ah sweet saints his dream doth move	O
Faster surely than it should	S
From the fever in his blood	S
All the spring time of his love	O
Is already gone and past	S
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And instead thereof is seen	Q
Its winter which endureth still	I
Tyntagel on its surge beat hill	I
The pleasaunce walks the weeping queen	Q
The flying leaves the straining blast	S
And that long wild kiss their last	S
And this rough December night	S
And his burning fever pain	E
Mingle with his hurrying dream	X
Till they rule it till he seem	X
The press'd fugitive again	D
The love desperate banish'd knight	S
With a fire in his brain	E
Flying o'er the stormy main	E
Whither does he wander now	B2
Haply in his dreams the wind	S
Wafts him here and lets him find	S
The lovely orphan child again	D
In her castle by the coast	S
The youngest fairest chatelaine	D
Whom this realm of France can boast	S
Our snowdrop by the Atlantic sea	J
Iseult of Brittany	J
And for through the haggard air	R
The stain'd arms the matted hair	R
Of that stranger knight ill starr'd	S
There gleam'd something which recall'd	S
The Tristram who in better days	J
Was Launcelot's guest at Joyous Gard	S
Welcomed here and here install'd	S
Tended of his fever here	R
Haply he seems again to move	O
His young guardian's heart with love	O
In his exiled loneliness	J
In his stately deep distress	J
Without a word without a tear	R
Ah 'tis well he should retrace	J
His tranquil life in this lone place	J
His gentle bearing at the side	S
Of his timid youthful bride	S
His long rambles by the shore	R
On winter evenings when the roar	R
Of the near waves came sadly grand	S
Through the dark up the drown'd sand	S
Or his endless reveries	J
In the woods where the gleams play	S
On the grass under the trees	J
Passing the long summer's day	S
Idle as a mossy stone	D
In the forest depths alone	D
The chase neglected and his hound	S
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