White Magic Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDEFFEGGHIJKHK EELMLMNONO EEPEPEP QQRSRSTUTUVWEU| Is it not a wonderful thing to be able to force an astonished plant to bear rare flowers which are foreign to it and to obtain a marvelous result from sap which left to itself would have produced corollas without beauty VIRGIL | A |
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| I stood forlorn and pale | B |
| Pressed by the cold sand pinched by the thin grass | C |
| Last of my race and frail | B |
| Who reigned in beauty once when beauty was | D |
| Before the rich earth beckoned to the sea | E |
| Took his salt lips to taste | F |
| And spread this gradual waste | F |
| This ruin of lower this doom of grass and tree | E |
| Each Spring could scarcely lift | G |
| My brows from the sand drift | G |
| To fill my lips with April as she went | H |
| Or force my weariness | I |
| To its sad summer dress | J |
| On the harsh beach I heard the grey sea rise | K |
| The ragged grass made ceaseless dim lament | H |
| And day and night scarce changed the mournful skies | K |
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| Foot on the sand a shadow on the sea | E |
| A face leaned over me | E |
| Across each wasted limb | L |
| Passed healingly a warm great god like hand | M |
| I was drawn up to him | L |
| From my frail feet fell the last grains of sand | M |
| Then haste and darkness stooped and made me theirs | N |
| Deep handed me to deep | O |
| I faded then as names fade from men's prayers | N |
| As a sigh at last made friends with sleep | O |
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| But the same hand that bore me from the sea | E |
| Waking me tenderly | E |
| Bound me to a rough stranger of my race | P |
| Me weary and pale to him and him to me | E |
| I turned my piteous face | P |
| Aside ashamed I struggled to be free | E |
| I slept I dreamed I woke to that embrace | P |
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| Sweet tides stole through my veins | Q |
| Strange fires and thrills and pains | Q |
| To my cold lips the bloom crept back once more | R |
| I glowed as a bride glows | S |
| I watched the day with delicate hands restore | R |
| My kinship with the rose | S |
| About my throat my hair went like a flame | T |
| My brows were wreathed in purple I was dressed | U |
| I bore my bride's name | T |
| A great star burned my breast | U |
| No longer bound I leaned the same sweet way | V |
| Towards her lover Now astonished I | W |
| Who was a beggar stand obediently | E |
| Beside Cophetua | U |
Muriel Stuart
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