In Praise Of Mandragora Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CDCDD EFEFF GBGBB HIHJI KLKLL MBMBB NCNCC OPOPP QRQRS LTLTT ULUVB WBWBB XKXKK NYNYY ZAZAA A2YA2YYO MANDRAGORA many sing in praise | A |
Of life and death and immortality | B |
Of passion that goes famished all her days | A |
Of Faith or fantasy | B |
Thou all unpraised unsung I make this rhyme to thee | B |
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The womby underworlds thy roots enclose | C |
In human shape sprung from abhorrent seed | D |
But when through crumbling roof the daylight shows | C |
And thou my breast hast freed | D |
Thou growest in the field as any flower or weed | D |
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At many a cross road bare thy leaves protrude | E |
Upon the brow of lonely moon blanched heath | F |
And from a loathly breast thou draggest food | E |
That moulders far beneath | F |
Whereon a crazy moon stares out and bares her teeth | F |
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And sometimes in the purblind face of morn | G |
The stealthy hinds slink out to gather thee | B |
Then shudder as thy shrieking roots are torn | G |
And turn at last and flee | B |
Leaving a slimy pulp that bleedeth suddenly | B |
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Ah well thou mayest shriek for he who lies | H |
In clotted earth with stones upon his breast | I |
Feareth a victim who drags out his eyes | H |
In vengeance deadliest | J |
While to thy loosened feet his screaming mouth is pressed | I |
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O mystic one thou hast a couch more dread | K |
Than Isabella's Basil ever knew | L |
Whose petals on gentle brow were fed | K |
Whose leaves in fragrance grew | L |
That Death in sorrowful amend made sweet with dew | L |
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O Mandragora though thy features dwell | M |
Beneath the earth in such ill company | B |
Far sweeter than that plant to Isabel | M |
Thy blossoms are to me | B |
Thou Root of dreamless sleep take this in praise of thee | B |
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Close thou Pandora's casket by whose aid | N |
That goddess Discord queens the escap d woes | C |
She had no power to hinder or dissuade | N |
Yet Mandragora shows | C |
A hope uncabined and a peace that conquers those | C |
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From the Nepenthe doth her pitcher fill | O |
That barters with the merchandise of grief | P |
And for all suffering and every ill | O |
Hath such a sweet relief | P |
That sleep the haven seems and pain the voyage brief | P |
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Thou thro' still gardens in the timorous Dusk | Q |
When all the sky is purpled with the pain | R |
Of dying Day dost walk and myrrh and musk | Q |
Fall from thy misty train | R |
And totter all about and are caught up again | S |
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There the lulled world within the opiate blue | L |
Forgets her long continued pain and falls | T |
Into an easy sleep the winds pursue | L |
Each other round the walls | T |
A night bird cries then lists then then answers its own calls | T |
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The moon exhalts her yellow Lily cup | U |
Above the rainy evening goldenly | L |
The wan tent of her beauty foldeth up | U |
The frail Anemone | V |
From whose white bosom spins the spent and touseled bee | B |
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I would not proffer any highest god | W |
Praise for the poor gift of eternity | B |
When sin has sucked the honey from its rod | W |
And reason bows the knee | B |
And Fame beats out her torch what fire what feast for me | B |
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When Sense is numb and Song forgets her chant | X |
And beauty swells the ashes of the dead | K |
And Love's denied white breast forgets to pant | X |
Beneath some lovely head | K |
What Life shall I desire when Love and Youth are fled | K |
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O Mandragora when thy lips are laid | N |
On other paling lips remember mine | Y |
Beneath thy kiss all other kisses fade | N |
Let Life herself resign | Y |
Her breath upon thy lip her being unto thine | Y |
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Then all in vain my golden trump declare | Z |
No flickering lid shall Thracian music raise | A |
And Pan in vain shall pipe his cunning air | Z |
In secret woodland ways | A |
My clos d lips shall sing my triumph and my praise | A |
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O Mandragora we have pledged our vows | A2 |
And I will spill for thee my cup of wine | Y |
Though poets few have woven for thy brows | A2 |
A coronet divine | Y |
Give thy immortal gift these verses shall be thine | Y |
Muriel Stuart
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