Hypsipyle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Twifold in essence as in life | A |
| The lamp of Death the star of Birth | B |
| Half cradled and half mourned by Earth | B |
| By Hell half won half lost aid me | C |
| To sing thy fond Hypsipyle | D |
| Thy bosom's mate who unafraid | E |
| Renounced for thee what part she had | F |
| In sun and wind upon the hill | D |
| In dawn about the mere in still | D |
| Woodlands in kiss of lapping wave | G |
| In laughter in love all this she gave | G |
| And shared thy dream life visited | H |
| The sunless country of the dead | I |
| There to abide with thee their Queen | J |
| In that gray region shadow seen | J |
| By them that cast no shadows yet | K |
| Themselves are shadows Nor forget | K |
| Kor her love made manifest | L |
| To thee familiar of her breast | L |
| And partner of her whispering mouth | M |
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| Thee too Our Lady of the South | M |
| Uranian Kypris I invoke | N |
| Regent of starry space with stroke | N |
| Of splendid wing in whose white wake | O |
| Stream those who filled with thee forsake | O |
| Their clinging shroudy clots and rise | P |
| Lover and loved to thy pure skies | P |
| To thy blue realm O lady touch | Q |
| My lips with rue for she loved much | Q |
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| What poet in what cloistered nook | R |
| Indenting in what roll of a book | R |
| His rhymes can voice the tides of love | S |
| Nay thrilling lark nay moaning dove | S |
| The nightingale's full charg d throat | T |
| That cheereth now and now doth gloat | T |
| And now recordeth bitter sweet | U |
| Longing too wise to image it | V |
| These be your minstrels lovers Choose | W |
| From their winged choir your urgent Muse | W |
| Let her your speechless joys relate | X |
| Which men with words sophisticate | X |
| Striving by reasons make appear | Y |
| To head what heart proclaims so clear | Y |
| To heart as if by wit to wis | Z |
| What mouth to mouth tells in a kiss | Z |
| Or in their syllogisms dry | A2 |
| Freeze a swift glance's cogency | C |
| Nay but the heart's so music fraught | B2 |
| Music is all in love words naught | B2 |
| One heart's a rote with music stored | C2 |
| Though mute but two hearts make a chord | C2 |
| Of piercing music One alone | D2 |
| Is nothing two make the full tone | D2 |
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| I | A2 |
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| On Enna's uplands on a lea | C |
| Between the mountains and the sea | C |
| Shadowed anon by wandering cloud | E2 |
| Or flickering wings of birds a crowd | E2 |
| And now all golden in the sun | F2 |
| See Kor see her maidens run | F2 |
| Hither and thither through those hours | G2 |
| Of dawn among the wide eyed flowers | G2 |
| While gentian crocus asphodel | C |
| With rosy star in each white bell | C |
| Anemone blood red with rings | H2 |
| Of paler fire that plant that swings | H2 |
| A crimson cluster in the wind | I2 |
| They pluck or sit anon to bind | I2 |
| Of these earth stars a coronet | K |
| For their smooth tress d Queen who yet | K |
| Strays with her darling interlaced | J2 |
| Hypsipyle the grave the chaste | J2 |
| Her whose gray shadow life with his | K2 |
| Who singeth now for ever is | K2 |
| She little slim thing Kor 's mate | X |
| Child faced gray eyed of sober gait | X |
| Of burning mind and passion pent | L2 |
| To image making ever went | L2 |
| Where wonned her Mistress for those two | M2 |
| By their hearts' grace together grew | M2 |
| The one to need the one to give | N2 |
| As women must if they would live | O2 |
| Who substance win by waste of self | P2 |
| And only spend to hoard their pelf | P2 |
| O heart take all of mine O heart | Q2 |
| That which thou tak'st of thee is part | Q2 |
| No robbery therefore mine is thine | R2 |
| Take then so she and Proserpine | R2 |
| Intercommunion'd each bright day | S2 |
| And when night fell together lay | S2 |
| Cradled in arms or cheek to cheek | T2 |
| Whispered the darkness out Thou meek | T2 |
| And gentle vision let me tell | C |
| Thy beauties o'er I love so well | C |
| Thy sweet low bosom's rise and fall | C |
| Pulsing thy heart's clear madrigal | C |
| Or how the blue beam from thine eyes | P |
| Imageth all love's urgencies | P |
| Thy lips' frail fragrance as of flowers | P |
| Remembered in penurious hours | P |
| Of winter exile of thy brow | U2 |
| Not written as thy breast of snow | R2 |
| With love's faint charact'ry for his wing | V2 |
| Leaves not the heart long Last I sing | V2 |
| Thy thin quick fingers in whose pleaching | V2 |
| Lieth all healing all good teaching | V2 |
| Wherewith touching my discontent | L2 |
| I know how thou art eloquent | W2 |
| Remember'd joy Hypsipyle | C |
| Now may that serve to comfort me | C |
| While I O Maiden dedicate | X |
| Seek voice for singing thy gray Fate | X |
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| Now as they went one heart in two | M2 |
| Brusht to the knees by flowers by dew | M2 |
| Anointed by the wind caressed | L |
| By the light kissed on eyes and breast | L |
| 'Twas Kor talked Hypsipyle | C |
| Listened with eyes far set for she | C |
| Of speech was frugal voicing low | C |
| And rare her heart's deep underflow | C |
| Content to lie like fallow sweet | U |
| For rain or sun to cherish it | V |
| Or scattered seed substance to find | I2 |
| In her deep funded quiet mind | I2 |
| And thus the Goddess Blest art thou | U2 |
| Hypsipyle who canst not know | C |
| Until the hour strikes what must come | X2 |
| To pass But I foresee the doom | Y2 |
| And stay to meet it Even here | Z2 |
| The place and now the hour Then fear | Y |
| Took her who spake so fearless cold | A3 |
| Threaded her thronging veins behold | A3 |
| A hand on either shoulder stirs | P |
| That slim sweet body close to hers | P |
| And need fires need till lip with lip | B3 |
| They seal and sign their fellowship | B3 |
| While Kor godhead all forgot | C3 |
| Clings whispering Child leave me not | C3 |
| Whenas to darkness and the dead | I |
| I go And clear the answer sped | I |
| From warm mouth murmuring kiss and cheer | Y |
| Never I leave thee O my dear | Y |
| Thereafter stand they beatingly | C |
| Not speaking and the hour draws nigh | P2 |
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| And all the land shows passing fair | D3 |
| Fair the broad sea the living air | D3 |
| The misty mountain sides the lake | V2 |
| Flecked blue and purple To forsake | V2 |
| These and those bright flower gatherers | P |
| Scattered about this land of theirs | P |
| That stoop or run that kneel to pick | V2 |
| That cry each other to come quick | V2 |
| And see new treasure unseen yet | K |
| Remembered joy ah how forget | K |
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| But mark how all must come to pass | P |
| As was foreknowledged In the grass | P |
| Whereas the Goddess and her mate | X |
| Stood one and other prompt for fate | X |
| Listless the first and heavy eyed | E3 |
| Astrain the second she espied | E3 |
| That strange white flower unseen before | F3 |
| With chalice pale which thin stalk bore | F3 |
| And swung as hanging by a hair | D3 |
| So fine it seemed afloat in air | D3 |
| Unlinkt and wafted for the feast | E3 |
| Of some blest mystic without priest | E3 |
| Or acolyte to tender it | E3 |
| Whereto the maid did stoop and fit | E3 |
| Her hand about its silken cup | G3 |
| To close it that her mouth might sup | G3 |
| The honey drop within The bloom | Y2 |
| Saw Kor then and knew her doom | Y2 |
| Foretold in it and stood in trance | P |
| Fix d and still No nigromance | P |
| Used she but read the fate it bore | F3 |
| In seedless womb and petals frore | F3 |
| Chill blew the wind waiting stood She | C |
| Waiting her mate Hypsipyle | C |
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| Then in clear sky the thunder tolled | E3 |
| Sudden and all the mountains rolled | E3 |
| The dreadful summons round and still | C |
| Lay all the lands only the rill | C |
| Made tinkling music Once more drave | P2 |
| Peal upon peal and lo a grave | P2 |
| Yawned in the Earth and gushing smoke | V2 |
| Belched out as driven and hung and broke | V2 |
| With sullen puff like tongues the flame | H3 |
| Leapt following Thence A doneus came | H3 |
| Swart bearded king with iron crown'd | E3 |
| In iron mailed his chariot bound | E3 |
| About with iron holding back | V2 |
| Amain two steeds of glistering black | V2 |
| And eyeballs white rimmed fearfully | C |
| And nostrils red and crests flying free | C |
| Who held them pawing at the verge | I3 |
| Tossing their spume up as the surge | I3 |
| Flung high against some seaward bluff | P2 |
| Nothing he spake or smooth or gruff | P2 |
| But drave his errand gazing down | R2 |
| Upon the Maid whose blown back gown | R2 |
| Revealed her maiden Still and proud | E3 |
| Stood she among her nymphs unbowed | E3 |
| Her comely head undimmed her eye | P2 |
| Inseparate her lips and dry | P2 |
| Facing his challenge of her state | E3 |
| Neither denying nor desperate | E3 |
| Pleading no mercy seeing none | R2 |
| Her wild heart masked in face of stone | R2 |
| But they her bevy clustered thick | V2 |
| As huddled sheep set their eyes quick | V2 |
| And held each other hand or waist | E3 |
| Paling or flushing as fear raced | E3 |
| Thronging their veins they knew not they | S2 |
| The gathered fates that broke this day | S2 |
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| And all the land seemed passing fair | F3 |
| To one who knew and waited there | F3 |
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| Goddess and Maid then said the King | V2 |
| Long have I sought this day should bring | V2 |
| An end of torment Know me thou | U2 |
| God postulant with whom below | C |
| A world awaits her queen while here | F3 |
| I seek and find one without peer | F3 |
| Nor deem her heedless nor unschooled | S2 |
| In what in Heaven is writ and ruled | S2 |
| Decreed of old my bride right was | P |
| Decreed thy Mother's pain and loss | P |
| Decreed thy loathing and decreed | S2 |
| That which thou shunnest to be thy need | S2 |
| For thou shalt love me Lady yet | S2 |
| Though little liking now and fret | S2 |
| Of jealous care shall grave thy heart | S2 |
| And draw thee back when time's to part | S2 |
| If fond Demeter have her will | C |
| Against thine own | R2 |
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| The Maid stood still | C |
| And guarded watched and her proud eyes' | P |
| Scrutiny bade his own advise | P |
| Whether indeed their solemn stare | F3 |
| Saw Destiny and read it there | F3 |
| Beyond her suitor or within | R2 |
| Her own heart heard the message ring | V2 |
| Awhile she gazed her stern aspect | S2 |
| Young and yet fraught with Godhead checkt | S2 |
| Both Him who claimed and her who'd cling | V2 |
| And them who wondered O great King | V2 |
| She said and mournful was her crying | V2 |
| As when night winds set pine trees sighing | V2 |
| King of the folk beyond the tide | S2 |
| Of sleep behold thy chosen bride | S2 |
| Not shunning thee nor seeking Take | V2 |
| That which Gods neither mar nor make | V2 |
| But only They the Three who spin | R2 |
| The threads which hem and mesh us in | R2 |
| Both Gods and men till she who peers | P |
| The longest cuts them with her shears | P |
| Take take A doneus and take her | F3 |
| My fosterling | V2 |
| Then He O star | F3 |
| Of Earth O Beacon of my days | P |
| Light of my nights whose beamy rays | P |
| Shall pierce the foggy cerement | S2 |
| Wherein my dead grope and lament | S2 |
| Beyond all loss the loss of light | S2 |
| Come and be pleasant in my sight | S2 |
| This thy beloved Perchance she too | S2 |
| Shall find a suitor come to woo | S2 |
| For love men leave not with their bones | P |
| That is the soul's and half atones | P |
| And half makes bitterer their loss | P |
| Remembering what their fortune was | P |
| Trembling Hypsipyle uplift | S2 |
| Her eyes towards the hills where swift | S2 |
| The shadows flew but no more fleet | S2 |
| Than often she with flying feet | S2 |
| And flying raiment she with these | P |
| Her mates whom now estranged she sees | P |
| As if the shadow world had spread | S2 |
| About her now and she was dead | S2 |
| Her mates no more cut off by fear | F3 |
| From these two fearless ones A tear | F3 |
| Welled up and hovered hung a gem | J3 |
| Upon her eyelid's dusky hem | J3 |
| As raindrops linkt and strung arow | F3 |
| Broider with stars the winter bough | U2 |
| This was her requiem and farewell | C |
| To them thus rang she her own knell | C |
| Nor more gave she nor more asked they | S2 |
| But took and went the fairy way | S2 |
| For thus with unshed tears made blind | S2 |
| Went she thus go the fairy kind | S2 |
| Whither fate driveth not as we | C |
| Who fight with it and deem us free | C |
| Therefore and after pine or strain | R2 |
| Against our prison bars in vain | R2 |
| For to them Fate is Lord of Life | P2 |
| And Death and idle is a strife | P2 |
| With such a master They not know | C |
| Life past life coming but life now | U2 |
| Nor back look they to long nor forth | K3 |
| To hope but sup the minute's worth | B |
| With draught so quick and keen that each | L3 |
| Moment gives more than we could reach | L3 |
| In all our term of three score years | P |
| Whereof full score we give to fears | P |
| Of losing them and other score | F3 |
| Dreaming how fill the twenty more | F3 |
| Now is the hour Bride of the Night | S2 |
| The chariot turns the great steeds fight | S2 |
| The rocky entry flies the dust | S2 |
| Behind the wheels at each fierce thrust | S2 |
| Of giant shoulder at each lunge | M3 |
| Of giant haunch Down down they plunge | M3 |
| Into the dark with rioting mane | R2 |
| And the earth's door shuts to again | R2 |
| Now fly ye Oreads strain your arms | P |
| Let eyes and hair voice your alarms | P |
| Hair blown back mouths astretch for fear | F3 |
| Strained eyeballs cry that Mother dear | F3 |
| Her daughter's rape fly like the gale | C |
| That down the valleys drives the hail | C |
| In scurrying sheets and lays the corn | R2 |
| Flat which when man of woman born | R2 |
| Seeth he bows him to the grass | P |
| Whispering in hush The Oreads pass | P |
| In shock he knows ye and in mirth | B |
| Since he is kindred of that earth | B |
| Which bore ye in her secret stress | P |
| Images of her loveliness | P |
| To her dear paramour the Wind | S2 |
| Follow me now that car behind | S2 |
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| II | A2 |
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| O ye that know the fairy throng | V2 |
| And heed their secret under song | V2 |
| In flower or leaf's still ecstasy | P |
| Of birth and bud their passion see | P |
| In wind or calm in driving rain | R2 |
| Or frozen snow discern them strain | R2 |
| To utter and to be who lie | P2 |
| At dawn in dewy brakes to spy | P2 |
| The rapture of their flying feet | S2 |
| Follow me now those coursers fleet | S2 |
| Sucked in their wake down ruining | V2 |
| Through channelled night where only sing | V2 |
| The shrill gusts streaming through the hair | F3 |
| Of them who sway and bend them there | F3 |
| And peer in vain with shielded eyes | P |
| To rend the dark Clinging it lies | P |
| Thick as wet gossamer that shrouds | P |
| October brushwoods or low clouds | P |
| That from the mountain tops roll down | R2 |
| Into the lowland vales to drown | R2 |
| Men's voices and to choke their breath | N3 |
| And make a silence like to death | N3 |
| But this was hot and dry it came | H3 |
| And smote them like the gush of flame | H3 |
| Fanned in a smithy that outpours | P |
| And floods with fire the open doors | P |
| Downward their course was swift as flight | S2 |
| Of meteor flaring through the night | S2 |
| Steady and dreadful with no sound | S2 |
| Of wheels or hoofs upon the ground | S2 |
| Nor jolt nor jar for once past through | F3 |
| Earth's portals steeds and chariot flew | F3 |
| On wings invisible and strong | V2 |
| And even oaring such as throng | V2 |
| The nights when birds of passage sweep | O3 |
| O'er cities and the folk asleep | O3 |
| Such was their awful flight Afar | F3 |
| Showed Hades glimmering like a star | F3 |
| Seen red through fog and as they sped | S2 |
| To that the frontiers of the dead | S2 |
| Revealed their sullen leagues and bare | F3 |
| And sad forms flitting here and there | F3 |
| Or clustered waiting who might come | X2 |
| Their empty ways with news of home | P3 |
| Yet all one course at length must hold | S2 |
| Or late or soon and all be tolled | S2 |
| By Charon in his dark prowed boat | S2 |
| Thither was swept the chariot | S2 |
| And crossed dry wheeled the coiling flood | S2 |
| Of Styx and o'er the willow wood | S2 |
| And slim gray poplars which do hem | J3 |
| The further shore Hell's diadem | J3 |
| So by the tower foursquare and great | S2 |
| Where King A doneus keeps his state | S2 |
| And rules his bodyless thralls they stand | S2 |
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| Dark ridge and hollow showed the land | S2 |
| Fold over fold like waves of soot | S2 |
| Fixt in an anguish of pursuit | S2 |
| For evermore so far as eye | P2 |
| Could range and all was hot and dry | P2 |
| As furnace is which all about | S2 |
| Etna scorcheth in days of drouth | N3 |
| And showeth dun and sinister | F3 |
| That fair isle linked to main so fair | F3 |
| Nor tree nor herbage grew nor sang | V2 |
| Water among the rocks hard rang | V2 |
| The heel on metal or on crust | S2 |
| Grew tender or went soft in dust | S2 |
| Neither for beast nor bird nor snake | V2 |
| Was harbourage nor could such slake | V2 |
| Their thirst nor from the bitter heat | S2 |
| Hide since the sun not furnished it | S2 |
| But airless shadowless and dense | P |
| The land lay swooning dead to sense | P |
| Beneath that vault of stuprous black | V2 |
| Motionless hanging without wrack | V2 |
| Of cloud to break and pass nor rent | S2 |
| To hint the blue Like the foul tent | S2 |
| A foul night makes it sagged for stars | P |
| Showed hopeless faces with two scars | P |
| In each their eyes' immortal woe | C |
| Ever to seek and never know | C |
| In all that still immensity | S2 |
| These only moved these and the sea | P |
| Which dun and sullen heaved with surge | I3 |
| And swell unseen save at the verge | I3 |
| Where fainted off the black to gray | S2 |
| And showed such light as on a day | S2 |
| Of sun's eclipse men tremble at | S2 |
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| Here the dead people moved or sat | S2 |
| Casting no shadow hailing none | R2 |
| Boldly but in fierce undertone | R2 |
| They plied each other or on sped | S2 |
| Their way with signal of the head | S2 |
| For answer or arms desperate | S2 |
| Flung up or shrug disconsolate | S2 |
| And this the quest of every one | R2 |
| What hope have ye And answer None | R2 |
| Never passed shadow shadow but | S2 |
| That answer got to question put | S2 |
| In that they lived in that alas | P |
| Lovely and hapless Thou must pass | P |
| Thy days with this for added lot | S2 |
| Aching to nurse things unforgot | S2 |
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| Remember'd joy Hypsipyle | F3 |
| The Oread choir the Oread glee | F3 |
| The nimble air of quickening hills | P |
| The sweet dawn light that floods and fills | P |
| The hollowed valleys the dawn wind | S2 |
| That bids the world wake and on blind | S2 |
| Eyelids of sleeping mortals lays | P |
| Cool palms that urge them see and praise | P |
| The Day God coming with the sun | R2 |
| To hearten toil He warned you run | R2 |
| And hide your beauties deep in brake | V2 |
| Of fern or briar or reed of lake | V2 |
| Or in wet crevice of the rock | V2 |
| There to abide until the clock | V2 |
| You reckon by with shadowy hands | P |
| Lay benediction on the lands | P |
| And landsmen and the eve jar's croak | V2 |
| Summon ye lightfoot fairy folk | V2 |
| To your activity full tide | S2 |
| Over the empty earth and wide | S2 |
| Here be your food fair nymph and coy | V2 |
| Of mortal ken remember'd joy | V2 |
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| Remember'd joy Ah stormy nights | P |
| Ah the mad revel when wind fights | P |
| With wind and slantwise comes the rain | R2 |
| And shatters at the window pane | R2 |
| To wake the hind who little knows | P |
| Whose fingers drum those passionate blows | P |
| Nor what swift indwellers of air | F3 |
| Ye be who hide in forms so fair | F3 |
| Your wayward motions cruel to us | P |
| While lovely and dispiteous | P |
| Ah nights of flying scud and rout | S2 |
| When scared the slim young moon rides out | S2 |
| In her lagoon of open sky | V2 |
| Or older marks your revelry | F3 |
| As calm and large she oars above | P2 |
| Your drifting lives of ruth or love | P2 |
| Boon were those nights of dusted gold | S2 |
| And glint of fireflies Boon the cold | S2 |
| And witching frost All's one all's one | R2 |
| To thee whose nights and days go on | R2 |
| Now in one span of changeless dusk | V2 |
| On one earth crackling like the husk | V2 |
| Of the dropt mast in winter wood | S2 |
| Remember'd joy 'tis all thy food | S2 |
| Hypsipyle to whose fond sprite | S2 |
| I vow my praise while I have light | S2 |
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| Dumbly she wandered there as pale | F3 |
| With lack of light with form as frail | F3 |
| As those poor hollow congeners | P |
| Whose searching eyes encountered hers | P |
| Petitioning as mute as she | F3 |
| Some grain of hope where none might be | F3 |
| Daring not yet to voice their moan | R2 |
| To her whose case was not their own | R2 |
| For where they go like breath in a shell | F3 |
| That wails my love goes quick in Hell | F3 |
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| Alas for her the sweet and slim | Q3 |
| Slowly she pines her eyes grow dim | Q3 |
| With seeking her smooth sudden breasts | P |
| Hang languidly those little nests | P |
| For kisses which her dimples were | F3 |
| In cheeks graved hollow now by care | F3 |
| Vanish and sharply thrusts her chin | R2 |
| And sharp her bones of arm and shin | R2 |
| Reproach she looks about above | P2 |
| Denied her light denied her love | P2 |
| Denied for what she sacrificed | S2 |
| Doomed to be fruitless agonist | S2 |
| O God and I must see her fade | S2 |
| Must see and anguish in my shade | S2 |
| Nor help nor comfort gat she now | U2 |
| From her whose need called forth her vow | U2 |
| For close in arms Queen Kor dwelt | S2 |
| In that great tower A doneus built | S2 |
| To cherish her deep in his bed | S2 |
| Loved as the Gods love whom they wed | S2 |
| Turned from pale maiden to pale wife | P2 |
| Pale now with love's insatiate strife | P2 |
| First to appease and then renew | F3 |
| The wild desire to mingle two | F3 |
| Natures to long to seek to shun | R2 |
| To have to give to make two one | R2 |
| That must be two if they would each | L3 |
| Learn all the lore that love can teach | L3 |
| So strove the mistress while the maid | S2 |
| Went alien among the dead | S2 |
| Unspoken speaking none but watcht | S2 |
| By them who knew themselves outmatcht | S2 |
| By her translated whole nor guessed | S2 |
| What miseries gnawed within that breast | S2 |
| Which could be toucht which could give meat | S2 |
| To babe which was not eye deceit | S2 |
| As theirs poor phantoms So went she | F3 |
| Grudged but unscathed beside the sea | F3 |
| Or sat alone by that sad strand | S2 |
| Nursing her worn cheek in her hand | S2 |
| And did not mark as day on day | S2 |
| Lengthened the arch of changeless gray | S2 |
| How she was shadowed how to her | F3 |
| Stretcht arms another prisoner | F3 |
| Nor knew herself desirable | F3 |
| By any thankless guest of Hell | F3 |
| Withal each phantom seemed no less | P |
| Whole natured to her heedlessness | P |
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| Midway her round of solitude | S2 |
| She used to haunt a dead sea wood | S2 |
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| Where among boulders lifeless trees | P |
| Stuck rigid fingers to the breeze | P |
| That stream of faint hot air that flits | P |
| Aimless at noon 'Tis there she sits | P |
| Hour after hour and as a dove | P2 |
| Croons when her breast is ripe for love | P2 |
| So sings this exile quiet sad chants | P |
| Of love yet knows not what she wants | P |
| And singing there in undertone | R2 |
| Is one day answered by the moan | R2 |
| Of hidden mourner but no fear | F3 |
| Hath she for sound so true though near | F3 |
| Nay but sings out her elegy | F3 |
| Which like an echo answers he | F3 |
| Again she sings he suits her mood | S2 |
| Nor breaks upon her solitude | S2 |
| So she choragus calls the tune | R2 |
| And as she leads he follows soon | R2 |
| As bird with bird vies in the brake | V2 |
| She sings no note he will not take | V2 |
| As when she pleads Ah my lost love | P2 |
| The night is dark thou art not of | P2 |
| Quick cometh answering the phrase | P |
| O love let all our nights be days | P |
| This rapt with beating heart she heeds | P |
| And follows Sweet love my heart bleeds | P |
| Come stay the wound thyself didst give | P2 |
| Then he I come to bid thee live | P2 |
| And so they carol and her heart | S2 |
| Swells to believe his counterpart | S2 |
| And stroph striketh clear which he | F3 |
| Caps with his brave antistrophe | P2 |
| And as a maiden waxes bold | S2 |
| And opens what should not be told | S2 |
| When all her auditory she sees | P |
| Within her mirror so to trees | P |
| And rocks and sullen sounding main | R2 |
| She empties all her passioned pain | R2 |
| And love love love her burden is | P |
| And I am starving for thee his | P |
| Moved melted all on fire she stands | P |
| Holding abroad her quivering hands | P |
| Raises her sweet eyes faint with tears | P |
| And dares to seek him whom she hears | P |
| And from her parted lips a sigh | P2 |
| Stealeth as knowing he is nigh | P2 |
| And her fate on her then she'd shun | R2 |
| That which she seeks but the thing's done | R2 |
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| Hollow voiced dim spake her a shade | S2 |
| O thou that comest nymph or maid | S2 |
| If nymph then maiden since for aye | P2 |
| Virgin is immortality | F3 |
| Nor love can change what Death cannot | S2 |
| Look on me by love new begot | S2 |
| Look on me child new born nor start | S2 |
| To see my form who knowest my heart | S2 |
| For it is thine O Mother and Wife | P2 |
| Take then my love thou gavest it life | P2 |
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| So spake one close to whom she lent | S2 |
| The wonder of her eyes' content | S2 |
| That lucent gray as if moonlight | S2 |
| Shone through a sapphire in the night | S2 |
| And saw him faintly imaged rare | F3 |
| As wisp of cloud on hillside bare | F3 |
| A filamental form a wraith | N3 |
| Shaped like that man who in the faith | N3 |
| Of one puts all his hope who stood | S2 |
| Trembling in her near neighbourhood | S2 |
| A thing of haunted eyes of slim | Q3 |
| And youthful seeming yet not dim | Q3 |
| Yet not unmanly in his fashion | R2 |
| Of speech nor impotent of passion | R2 |
| The which his tones gave earnest of | P2 |
| And his asp ct of hopeless love | P2 |
| Who drawing nearer came to stand | S2 |
| So close beside her that one hand | S2 |
| Lit on her shoulder yet no touch | Q |
| She felt O maiden overmuch | Q |
| He grieved O body far too sweet | S2 |
| For such as I frail counterfeit | S2 |
| Of man who yet was once a man | R2 |
| Cut off before the midmost span | R2 |
| Of mortal life was but half run | R2 |
| Or ere to love he had found one | R2 |
| Like thee yet happy in that fate | S2 |
| That waiting he is fortunate | S2 |
| For better far in Hell to fare | F3 |
| With thee than commerce otherwhere | F3 |
| Sharing the snug and fat outlook | V2 |
| Of bed and board and ingle nook | V2 |
| With earth bound woman earth born child | S2 |
| Nay but high love is free and wild | S2 |
| And centreth not in mortal things | P |
| But to the soul giveth he wings | P |
| And with the soul strikes partnership | B3 |
| So may two let corruption slip | B3 |
| And breasting level with far eyes | P |
| Lifted seek haven in the skies | P |
| Untrammel'd by the earthly mesh | Q |
| O thou said he of fairy flesh | Q |
| Immortal prisoner take of me | F3 |
| Love 'tis my heritage in fee | F3 |
| For I am very part thereof | P2 |
| And share the godhead | S2 |
| So his love | P2 |
| Pled he with tones in love well skilled | S2 |
| Which on her bosom beat and thrilled | S2 |
| And pierced No word nor look she had | S2 |
| To voice her heart or sad or glad | S2 |
| Rapt stood she wooed by eager word | S2 |
| And by her need whose cry she heard | S2 |
| Above his crying but she guessed | S2 |
| She was desired beset possessed | S2 |
| Already handfasted to sight | S2 |
| And yielding so her heart she plight | S2 |
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| Thus was her mating of the eyes | P |
| And ears and her love half surmise | P |
| Detected by her burning face | P |
| Which saw not felt his fierce embrace | P |
| For on her own she knew no hand | S2 |
| When caging it he seemed to stand | S2 |
| And round her waist felt not the warm | R3 |
| Sheltered peace of the belting arm | S3 |
| She saw him clasp withal When rained | S2 |
| His words upon her or eyes strained | S2 |
| As though her inmost shrine to pierce | P |
| Where hid her heart of hearts her ears | P |
| Conceived although her body sweet | S2 |
| Might never feel a young life beat | S2 |
| And leap within it Ah what cry | F3 |
| That mistress e'er heard poet sigh | F3 |
| Could voice thy beauty Or what chant | S2 |
| Of music be thy ministrant | S2 |
| Since thou art Music poesy | P |
| Must both thy spouse and increase be | F3 |
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| In the hot dust where lizards crouch | Q |
| And pant he made her bridal couch | Q |
| Thither down drew her to his side | S2 |
| And phantom taught her to be bride | S2 |
| With words so ardent looks so hot | S2 |
| She needs must feel what she had not | S2 |
| Guess herself in beleaguered bed | S2 |
| And throb response Thus she was wed | S2 |
| As she whom Zeus loved in a cloud | S2 |
| So lay she in her lover's shroud | S2 |
| And o'er her members crept the chill | F3 |
| We know when mist creeps up a hill | F3 |
| Out of the vale at eve As grows | P |
| The ivy rooting as it goes | P |
| In such a quick close envelope | T3 |
| She lay aswoon nor guessed the scope | T3 |
| Nor tether of his hot intent | S2 |
| Nor what to that inert she lent | S2 |
| Save when at last with half turned head | S2 |
| And glimmering eyes encompass d | F3 |
| She saw herself a bride possest | F3 |
| By ghostly bridegroom held and prest | F3 |
| To unfelt bosom saw his mouth | N3 |
| Against her own which to his drouth | N3 |
| Gave no allay that she could sense | P |
| Nor took of her sweet recompense | P |
| So moved by pity stirred by rue | F3 |
| Out of their onslaught young love grew | F3 |
| Love that with delicate tongues of fire | F3 |
| Can kindle hearts inflamed desire | F3 |
| In her for him who needed it | F3 |
| And so she claimed and by eyes' wit | F3 |
| Had what she would and now made war | F3 |
| Being as all sweet women are | F3 |
| Prudes till Love calls them and then fierce | P |
| In love's high calling Thus with her ears | P |
| She fed on love and to her eyes | P |
| Lent deeds of passionate emprise | P |
| Till at the last the shadowy strife | P2 |
| Ended she owned herself all wife | P2 |
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| High mating of the mind O love | P2 |
| Since this must be on this she throve | P2 |
| Remember'd joy Hypsipyle | F3 |
| Since this must be O love let be | F3 |
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