Tristram Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDE F E A G F H A G IHHHIHHJHHHHJHJ GGKKHHHHIIJJGLMGNJLG JHHOPJPPJJOJ PPQRRHHHHJJQSSTTGGHH UURRRHH DCDMVNMVJVI A JJSSSJJJWWS XXSTSTYYSSPPCCJJSSPP JSSJISSSSIJGSJSGSJZS JZJA2JA2DCJJSSJJRR A RRSSSSSSS OSSOSQIIQSSSDXXCSDDB 2SSCSCSJJRRSSJSSROOJ JRJJSSRRSSJSJSCCSSB2 B2JJJJJ A JJC2C2SSJJS CCSSSSSJJCCRRJRRJRSB 2SISSJJISSICCC A SSRRSSSSSCCS IISSSSD2D2JJ A RSSB2B2RFFRRSE2JJE2S S JSJSJSSJCJJCSSSRSRSS JJSSSSRRSCCSSCCIICSS SSJCJCCJJSSCSCSJJ RRTristram | A |
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Is she not come The messenger was sure | B |
Prop me upon the pillows once again | C |
Raise me my page this cannot long endure | B |
Christ what a night how the sleet whips the pane | D |
What lights will those out to the northward be | E |
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The Page | F |
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The lanterns of the fishing boats at sea | E |
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Tristram | A |
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Soft who is that stands by the dying fire | G |
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The Page | F |
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Iseult | H |
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Tristram | A |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 | D |
And the knight sinks back on his pillows again | C |
He is weak with fever and pain | D |
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 |
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Tristram | A |
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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 | J |
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 | C |
Let her be as she was then | C |
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 | Z |
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 | D |
Twine about their hearts again | C |
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 |
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Tristram | A |
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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 | S |
One last kiss first 'Tis vain to horse away | S |
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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 |
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 | D |
Mingle with his hurrying dream | X |
Till they rule it till he seem | X |
The press'd fugitive again | C |
The love desperate banish'd knight | S |
With a fire in his brain | D |
Flying o'er the stormy main | D |
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 | C |
In her castle by the coast | S |
The youngest fairest chatelaine | C |
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 |
Welcom'd 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 exil'd 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 | C |
In the forest depths alone | C |
The chase neglected and his hound | S |
Couch'd beside him on the ground | S |
Ah what trouble's on his brow | B2 |
Hither let him wander now | B2 |
Hither to the quiet hours | J |
Pass'd among these heaths of ours | J |
By the grey Atlantic sea | J |
Hours if not of ecstasy | J |
From violent anguish surely free | J |
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Tristram | A |
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All red with blood the whirling river flows | J |
The wide plain rings the dazed air throbs with blows | J |
Upon us are the chivalry of Rome | C2 |
Their spears are down their steeds are bathed in foam | C2 |
Up Tristram up men cry thou moonstruck knight | S |
What foul fiend rides thee On into the fight | S |
Above the din her voice is in my ears | J |
I see her form glide through the crossing spears | J |
Iseult | S |
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Ah he wanders forth again | C |
We cannot keep him now as then | C |
There's a secret in his breast | S |
That will never let him rest | S |
These musing fits in the green wood | S |
They cloud the brain they dull the blood | S |
His sword is sharp his horse is good | S |
Beyond the mountains will he see | J |
The famous towns of Italy | J |
And label with the blessed sign | C |
The heathen Saxons on the Rhine | C |
At Arthur's side he fights once more | R |
With the Roman Emperor | R |
There's many a gay knight where he goes | J |
Will help him to forget his care | R |
The march the leaguer Heaven's blithe air | R |
The neighing steeds the ringing blows | J |
Sick pining comes not where these are | R |
Ah what boots it that the jest | S |
Lightens every other brow | B2 |
What that every other breast | S |
Dances as the trumpets blow | I |
If one's own heart beats not light | S |
On the waves of the toss'd fight | S |
If oneself cannot get free | J |
From the clog of misery | J |
Thy lovely youthful Wife grows pale | I |
Watching by the salt sea tide | S |
With her children at her side | S |
For the gleam of thy white sail | I |
Home Tristram to thy halls again | C |
To our lonely sea complain | C |
To our forests tell thy pain | C |
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Tristram | A |
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All round the forest sweeps off black in shade | S |
But it is moonlight in the open glade | S |
And in the bottom of the glade shine clear | R |
The forest chapel and the fountain near | R |
I think I have a fever in my blood | S |
Come let me leave the shadow of this wood | S |
Ride down and bathe my hot brow in the flood | S |
Mild shines the cold spring in the moon's clear light | S |
God 'tis her face plays in the waters bright | S |
Fair love she says canst thou forget so soon | C |
At this soft hour under this sweet moon | C |
Iseult | S |
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Ah poor soul if this be so | I |
Only death can balm thy woe | I |
The solitudes of the green wood | S |
Had no medicine for thy mood | S |
The rushing battle clear'd thy blood | S |
As little as did solitude | S |
Ah his eyelids slowly break | D2 |
Their hot seals and let him wake | D2 |
What new change shall we now see | J |
A happier Worse it cannot be | J |
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Tristram | A |
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Is my page here Come turn me to the fire | R |
Upon the window panes the moon shines bright | S |
The wind is down but she'll not come to night | S |
Ah no she is asleep in Cornwall now | B2 |
Far hence her dreams are fair smooth is her brow | B2 |
Of me she recks not nor my vain desire | R |
I have had dreams I have had dreams my page | F |
Would take a score years from a strong man's age | F |
And with a blood like mine will leave I fear | R |
Scant leisure for a second messenger | R |
My princess art thou there Sweet 'tis too wait | S |
To bed and sleep my fever is gone by | E2 |
To night my page shall keep me company | J |
Where do the children sleep kiss them for me | J |
Poor child thou art almost as pale as I | E2 |
This comes of nursing long and watching late | S |
To bed good night | S |
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She left the gleam lit fireplace | J |
She came to the bed side | S |
She took his hands in hers her tears | J |
Down on his wasted fingers rain'd | S |
She raised her eyes upon his face | J |
Not with a look of wounded pride | S |
A look as if the heart complained | S |
Her look was like a sad embrace | J |
The gaze of one who can divine | C |
A grief and sympathise | J |
Sweet flower thy children's eyes | J |
Are not more innocent than thine | C |
But they sleep in shelter'd rest | S |
Like helpless birds in the warm nest | S |
On the castle's southern side | S |
Where feebly comes the mournful roar | R |
Of buffeting wind and surging tide | S |
Through many a room and corridor | R |
Full on their window the Moon's ray | S |
Makes their chamber as bright as day | S |
It shines upon the blank white walls | J |
And on the snowy pillow falls | J |
And on two angel heads doth play | S |
Turn'd to each other the eyes clos'd | S |
The lashes on the cheeks repos'd | S |
Round each sweet brow the cap close set | S |
Hardly lets peep the golden hair | R |
Through the soft open'd lips the air | R |
Scarcely moves the coverlet | S |
One little wandering arm is thrown | C |
At random on the counterpane | C |
And often the fingers close in haste | S |
As if their baby owner chased | S |
The butterflies again | C |
This stir they have and this alone | C |
But else they are so still | I |
Ah tired madcaps you lie still | I |
But were you at the window now | C |
To look forth on the fairy sight | S |
Of your illumined haunts by night | S |
To see the park glades where you play | S |
Far lovelier than they are by day | S |
To see the sparkle on the eaves | J |
And upon every giant bough | C |
Of those old oaks whose wet red leaves | J |
Are jewell'd with bright drops of rain | C |
How would your voices run again | C |
And far beyond the sparkling trees | J |
Of the castle park one sees | J |
The bare heaths spreading clear as day | S |
Moor behind moor far far away | S |
Into the heart of Brittany | C |
And here and there lock'd by the land | S |
Long inlets of smooth glittering sea | C |
And many a stretch of watery sand | S |
All shining in the white moon beams | J |
But you see fairer in your dreams | J |
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What voices are these on the clear night air | R |
What lights in the court what steps on the stair | R |
Matthew Arnold
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