The End Of Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDBD BEFFBBBBBBBBGHGIHI JKJLMBMB NBJOBBJONBBBBBEEBBPQ RQQDDD

WHO shall forget till his last hour be comeA
Until the useful service of the dustB
Hath drawn the emptying cerements in and inC
Until the Earth hath eaten love and lustB
Mirth Beauty and their kinC
Who shall forget that hourD
That night unstarred that day ungarlandedB
Where fell the petals of that fadeless flowerD
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When every word was saidB
That long had bared frustrate and savage teethE
Leashed in the perishable thong of daysF
And whipped to words of praiseF
When every ill and each ingratitudeB
Each joy misnamedB
Each deed misunderstoodB
Was flogged into the daylight halt and maimedB
Out of its bier to bear the day's disgustB
Out of its decent bedB
To beat Love's tortured headB
Into the troubled and uncertain dustB
Who can forget the naked hour profaneG
When Love fled from us shrieking through the darkH
His torch blown backward by the hurricaneG
Licking his dreadful features with its tongueI
While his mouth spat a curse at every sparkH
And a scourged menace flungI
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Thou wert that dreadful thingJ
O Beautiful O Rare O Breath of roseK
O Spirit as impalpable as SpringJ
How have I held thee then Too long too closeL
For it was thou was thou who left me thusM
With each sweet thing with all the lovely hostB
That turning stared at usM
And shuddering gave up their frailest ghostB
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Oh to remember Oh to hear the tuneN
That Love first sang to us that happy dayB
When over us was furled his radiant wingJ
Oh for that one May moment Not to loseO
Its greenest leaf or miss its singlest sprayB
So that this hour by that forgotten dayB
Might be all buried by the buds of SpringJ
That soft winds beat not bruiseO
To make a bridal bed for JuneN
From the pale shroud of MayB
O Love O Love There was not any needB
For thee to die for me to be bereftB
Our garden to be leftB
To nettle and to weedB
To whips of rain when the chid wind was wrothE
Surely by some word some sigh had saved us bothE
Could everything be lostB
All torn and tossedB
Between thy speech and mine Could all our vowsP
And all our lovely life be laid so lowQ
And God fall on His face within the houseR
At first marauder's blowQ
Yea it was soQ
And all of pride and pleasure peace and powerD
All Life's rich fruit and flowerD
Died as least darnel dies in that dread hourD

Muriel Stuart



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