The Lover-s Secret Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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WHAT ailed young Lucius Art had vainly triedA
To guess his ill and found herself defiedA
The Augur plied his legendary skillB
Useless the fair young Roman languished stillB
His chariot took him every cloudless dayC
Along the Pincian Hill or Appian WayC
They rubbed his wasted limbs with sulphurous oilD
Oozed from the far off Orient's heated soilD
They led him tottering down the steamy pathE
Where bubbling fountains filled the thermal bathE
Borne in his litter to Egeria's caveF
They washed him shivering in her icy waveF
They sought all curious herbs and costly stonesG
They scraped the moss that grew on dead men's bonesG
They tried all cures the votive tablets taughtH
Scoured every place whence healing drugs were broughtH
O'er Thracian hills his breathless couriers ranI
His slaves waylaid the Syrian caravanI
At last a servant heard a stranger speakJ
A new chirurgeon's name a clever GreekJ
Skilled in his art from Pergamus he cameK
To Rome but lately GALEN was the nameK
The Greek was called a man with piercing eyesL
Who must be cunning and who might be wiseL
He spoke but little if they pleased he saidM
He 'd wait awhile beside the sufferer's bedM
So by his side he sat serene and calmN
His very accents soft as healing balmN
Not curious seemed but every movement spiedA
His sharp eyes searching where they seemed to glideA
Asked a few questions what he felt and whereO
'A pain just here ' 'A constant beating there 'P
Who ordered bathing for his aches and ailsQ
'Charmis the water doctor from Marseilles 'P
What was the last prescription in his caseR
'A draught of wine with powdered chrysoprase 'P
Had he no secret grief he nursed aloneS
A pause a little tremor answer 'None 'P
Thoughtful a moment sat the cunning leechT
And muttered 'Eros ' in his native speechT
In the broad atrium various friends awaitU
The last new utterance from the lips of fateU
Men matrons maids they talk the question o'erV
And restless pace the tessellated floorW
Not unobserved the youth so long had pinedX
By gentle hearted dames and damsels kindX
One with the rest a rich Patrician's prideA
The lady Hermia called 'the golden eyed'A
The same the old Proconsul fain must wooY
Whom one dark night a masked sicarius slewY
The same black Crassus over roughly pressedA
To hear his suit the Tiber knows the restA
Crassus was missed next morning by his setA
Next week the fishers found him in their netA
She with the others paced the ample hallZ
Fairest alas and saddest of them allZ
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At length the Greek declared with puzzled faceR
Some strange enchantment mingled in the caseR
And naught would serve to act as counter charmA2
Save a warm bracelet from a maiden's armA2
Not every maiden's many might be triedA
Which not in vain experience must decideA
Were there no damsels willing to attendA
And do such service for a suffering friendA
The message passed among the waiting crowdA
First in a whisper then proclaimed aloudA
Some wore no jewels some were disinclinedA
For reasons better guessed at than definedA
Though all were saints at least professed to beB2
The list all counted there were named but threeB2
The leech still seated by the patient's sideA
Held his thin wrist and watched him eagle eyedA
Aurelia first a fair haired Tuscan girlC2
Slipped off her golden asp with eyes of pearlC2
His solemn head the grave physician shookD2
The waxen features thanked her with a lookD2
Olympia next a creature half divineE2
Sprung from the blood of old Evander's lineE2
Held her white arm that wore a twisted chainF2
Clasped with an opal sheeny cymophaneF2
In vain O daughter I said the baffled GreekJ
The patient sighed the thanks he could not speakJ
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Last Hermia entered look that sudden startA
The pallium heaves above his leaping heartA
The beating pulse the cheek's rekindled flameK
Those quivering lips the secret all proclaimK
The deep disease long throbbing in the breastA
The dread enchantment all at once confessedA
The case was plain the treatment was begunF2
And Love soon cured the mischief he had doneF2
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Young Love too oft thy treacherous bandage slipsG2
Down from the eyes it blinded to the lipsG2
Ask not the Gods O youth for clearer sightA
But the bold heart to plead thy cause arightA
And thou fair maiden when thy lovers sighH2
Suspect thy flattering ear but trust thine eyeH2
And learn this secret from the tale of oldA
No love so true as love that dies untoldA
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'Bravo Annex ' they shouted every oneF2
'Not Mrs Kemble's self had better done '-
'Quite so ' she stammered in her awkward wayC
Not just the thing but something she must sayC
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The teaspoon chorus tinkled to its closeI2
When from his chair the MAN OF LAW aroseJ2
Called by her voice whose mandate all obeyedA
And took the open volume she displayedA
Tall stately strong his form begins to ownF2
Some slight exuberance in its central zoneF2
That comely fulness of the growing girthK2
Which fifty summers lend the sons of earthK2
A smooth round disk about whose margin strayC
Above the temples glistening threads of grayC
Strong deep cut grooves by toilsome decades wroughtA
On brow and mouth the battle fields of thoughtA
A voice that lingers in the listener's earL2
Grave calm far reaching every accent clearM2
Those tones resistless many a foreman knewF2
That shaped their verdict ere the twelve withdrewF2
A statesman's forehead athlete's throat and jawN2
Such the proud semblance of the Man of LawN2
His eye just lighted on the printed leafO2
Held as a practised pleader holds his briefO2
One whispered softly from behind his cupP2
'He does not read his book is wrong side upP2
He knows the story that it holds by heartA
So like his own How well he'll act his part '-
Then all were silent not a rustling fanF2
Stirred the deep stillness as the voice beganF2

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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