Clytië© Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBACA DEBDFGBHB IJKJIKIK ILBBILIM INOOINNOI BBBIBBIBBPI QBBBQBBBB ROSSRORTR BIBBIBIBIB ORTRTOTRORO BACA| Hearken O passers what thing | A |
| Fortuned in Hellas A maid | B |
| Lissom and white as the roe | C |
| Lived recess'd in a glade | B |
| Clyti Hamadryad | B |
| She was called that I sing | A |
| Flower so fair so frail that to bring her a woe | C |
| Surely a pitiful thing | A |
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| A wild bright creature of trees | D |
| Brooks and the sun among leaves | E |
| Clyti grown to be maid | B |
| Ah she had eyes like the sea's | D |
| Iris of green and blue | F |
| White as sea foam her brows | G |
| And her hair reedy and gold | B |
| So she grew and waxt supple and fit to be spouse | H |
| In a king's palace of old | B |
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| All in a kirtle of green | I |
| With her tangle of red gold hair | J |
| In the live heart of an oak | K |
| Clyti harbouring there | J |
| Thron d there as a queen | I |
| Clyti wondering woke | K |
| Ah child what set thee too high for thy sweet demesne | I |
| And who ponder'd the doleful stroke | K |
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| For the child that was maiden grown | I |
| The queen of the forest places | L |
| Clyti Hamadryad | B |
| Tired of the joy she had | B |
| And the kingdom that was her own | I |
| And tired of the quick wood races | L |
| And joy of herself in the pool when she wonder'd down | I |
| And tired of her budded graces | M |
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| And the child lookt up to the Sun | I |
| And the burning track of his car | N |
| In the broad serene above her | O |
| O King Sun be thou my lover | O |
| For my beauty is just begun | I |
| I am fresh and fair as a star | N |
| Come lie where the lilies are | N |
| Behold I am fair and dainty and white all over | O |
| And I waste in the wood unknown | I |
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| Rose flusht daring she strain'd | B |
| Her young arms up and she voiced | B |
| The wild desire of her heart | B |
| The woodland heard her the faun | I |
| The satyr and things that start | B |
| Peering heard her the dove crooning complain'd | B |
| In the pine tree by the lawn | I |
| Only the runnel rejoiced | B |
| In his rushy hollow apart | B |
| To see her beauty flash up | P |
| White and red as the dawn | I |
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| Sorrow ye passers by | Q |
| The quick lift of her word | B |
| The crimson blush of her pride | B |
| Heard her the heavens' lord | B |
| In his flaming seat in the sky | Q |
| Overbold of her years that will not be denied | B |
| She would be the Sun God's bride | B |
| His brow it was like the flat of a sword | B |
| And levin the glance of his side | B |
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| And he bent unto her and his mouth | R |
| Burnt her like coals of fire | O |
| He gazed with passionate eyes | S |
| Like flame that kindles and dries | S |
| And his breath suckt hers as the white rage of the South | R |
| Draws life his desire | O |
| Was like to a tiger's drouth | R |
| What shall the slim maiden avail | T |
| Alas and alas for her youth | R |
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| Tremble O maids that would set | B |
| Your love longing to the Sun | I |
| For Clyti mourn and take heed | B |
| How she loved her king and did bleed | B |
| Ere kissing had yet begun | I |
| For lo one shaft from his terrible eyes she met | B |
| And it burnt to her soul and anon | I |
| She paled and the fever fret | B |
| Did bite to her bones and wan | I |
| She fell to rueing the deed | B |
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| Mark ye maidens and cower | O |
| Lo for an end of breath | R |
| Clyti hardy and frail | T |
| Anguisht after her death | R |
| For the Sun flower droops and is pale | T |
| When her king hideth his power | O |
| And ever draggeth the woe of her piteous tale | T |
| As a woman that laboureth | R |
| Yet never reacheth the hour | O |
| So Clyti yearns to the Sun for her wraith | R |
| Moans in the bow'd sunflower | O |
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| Clyti Hamadryad | B |
| Called was she that I sing | A |
| Flower so fair and frail that to work her this woe | C |
| Surely a pitiful thing | A |
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Maurice Henry Hewlett
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