Charmides Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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But some good Triton god had ruth and bareA
The boy's drowned body back to Grecian landB
And mermaids combed his dank and dripping hairA
And smoothed his brow and loosed his clenching handB
Some brought sweet spices from far ArabyC
And others bade the halcyon sing her softest lullabyC
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And when he neared his old Athenian homeD
A mighty billow rose up suddenlyE
Upon whose oily back the clotted foamD
Lay diapered in some strange fantasyE
And clasping him unto its glassy breastF
Swept landward like a white maned steed upon a venturous questF
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Now where Colonos leans unto the seaE
There lies a long and level stretch of lawnG
The rabbit knows it and the mountain beeE
For it deserts Hymettus and the FaunG
Is not afraid for never through the dayH
Comes a cry ruder than the shout of shepherd lads at playH
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But often from the thorny labyrinthI
And tangled branches of the circling woodJ
The stealthy hunter sees young HyacinthI
Hurling the polished disk and draws his hoodJ
Over his guilty gaze and creeps awayH
Nor dares to wind his horn or else at the first break of dayH
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The Dryads come and throw the leathern ballK
Along the reedy shore and circumventL
Some goat eared Pan to be their seneschalK
For fear of bold Poseidon's ravishmentL
And loose their girdles with shy timorous eyesM
Lest from the surf his azure arms and purple beard should riseM
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On this side and on that a rocky caveN
Hung with the yellow belled laburnum standsO
Smooth is the beach save where some ebbing waveN
Leaves its faint outline etched upon the sandsO
As though it feared to be too soon forgotL
By the green rush its playfellow and yet it is a spotL
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So small that the inconstant butterflyK
Could steal the hoarded money from each flowerP
Ere it was noon and still not satisfyK
Its over greedy love within an hourP
A sailor boy were he but rude enowG
To land and pluck a garland for his galley's painted prowQ
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Would almost leave the little meadow bareA
For it knows nothing of great pageantryE
Only a few narcissi here and thereA
Stand separate in sweet austerityE
Dotting the unmown grass with silver starsR
And here and there a daffodil waves tiny scimitarsR
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Hither the billow brought him and was gladL
Of such dear servitude and where the landL
Was virgin of all waters laid the ladL
Upon the golden margent of the strandL
And like a lingering lover oft returnedL
To kiss those pallid limbs which once with intense fire burnedL
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Ere the wet seas had quenched that holocaustL
That self fed flame that passionate lustiheadL
Ere grisly death with chill and nipping frostL
Had withered up those lilies white and redL
Which while the boy would through the forest rangeS
Answered each other in a sweet antiphonal counter changeS
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And when at dawn the wood nymphs hand in handL
Threaded the bosky dell their satyr spiedL
The boy's pale body stretched upon the sandL
And feared Poseidon's treachery and criedL
And like bright sunbeams flitting through a gladeL
Each startled Dryad sought some safe and leafy ambuscadeL
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Save one white girl who deemed it would not beE
So dread a thing to feel a sea god's armsR
Crushing her breasts in amorous tyrannyE
And longed to listen to those subtle charmsR
Insidious lovers weave when they would winG
Some fenced fortress and stole back again nor thought it sinG
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To yield her treasure unto one so fairA
And lay beside him thirsty with love's drouthI
Called him soft names played with his tangled hairA
And with hot lips made havoc of his mouthI
Afraid he might not wake and then afraidL
Lest he might wake too soon fled back and then fond renegadeL
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Returned to fresh assault and all day longT
Sat at his side and laughed at her new toyL
And held his hand and sang her sweetest songT
Then frowned to see how froward was the boyL
Who would not with her maidenhood entwineG
Nor knew that three days since his eyes had looked on ProserpineG
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Nor knew what sacrilege his lips had doneG
But said 'He will awake I know him wellK
He will awake at evening when the sunG
Hangs his red shield on Corinth's citadelK
This sleep is but a cruel treacheryE
To make me love him more and in some cavern of the seaE
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Deeper than ever falls the fisher's lineG
Already a huge Triton blows his hornG
And weaves a garland from the crystallineG
And drifting ocean tendrils to adornG
The emerald pillars of our bridal bedL
For sphered in foaming silver and with coral crowned headL
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We two will sit upon a throne of pearlK
And a blue wave will be our canopyE
And at our feet the water snakes will curlK
In all their amethystine panoplyE
Of diamonded mail and we will markU
The mullets swimming by the mast of some storm foundered barkU
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Vermilion finned with eyes of bossy goldL
Like flakes of crimson light and the great deepV
His glassy portaled chamber will unfoldL
And we will see the painted dolphins sleepV
Cradled by murmuring halcyons on the rocksR
Where Proteus in quaint suit of green pastures his monstrousR
flocksR
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And tremulous opal hued anemonesR
Will wave their purple fringes where we treadL
Upon the mirrored floor and argosiesR
Of fishes flecked with tawny scales will threadL
The drifting cordage of the shattered wreckW
And honey coloured amber beads our twining limbs will deck '-
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But when that baffled Lord of War the SunG
With gaudy pennon flying passed awayH
Into his brazen House and one by oneG
The little yellow stars began to strayH
Across the field of heaven ah then indeedL
She feared his lips upon her lips would never care to feedL
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And cried 'Awake already the pale moonG
Washes the trees with silver and the waveN
Creeps grey and chilly up this sandy duneG
The croaking frogs are out and from the caveN
The nightjar shrieks the fluttering bats repassR
And the brown stoat with hollow flanks creeps through the duskyW
grassR
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Nay though thou art a god be not so coyW
For in yon stream there is a little reedL
That often whispers how a lovely boyW
Lay with her once upon a grassy meadL
Who when his cruel pleasure he had doneG
Spread wings of rustling gold and soared aloft into the sunG
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Be not so coy the laurel trembles stillK
With great Apollo's kisses and the firP
Whose clustering sisters fringe the seaward hillK
Hath many a tale of that bold ravisherP
Whom men call Boreas and I have seenG
The mocking eyes of Hermes through the poplar's silvery sheenG
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Even the jealous Naiads call me fairP
And every morn a young and ruddy swainG
Woos me with apples and with locks of hairP
And seeks to soothe my virginal disdainG
By all the gifts the gentle wood nymphs loveX
But yesterday he brought to me an iris plumaged doveX
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With little crimson feet which with its storeP
Of seven spotted eggs the cruel ladL
Had stolen from the lofty sycamoreP
At daybreak when her amorous comrade hadL
Flown off in search of berried juniperP
Which most they love the fretful wasp that earliest vintagerP
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Of the blue grapes hath not persistencyR
So constant as this simple shepherd boyW
For my poor lips his joyous purityE
And laughing sunny eyes might well decoyW
A Dryad from her oath to ArtemisR
For very beautiful is he his mouth was made to kissR
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His argent forehead like a rising moonG
Over the dusky hills of meeting browsR
Is crescent shaped the hot and Tyrian noonG
Leads from the myrtle grove no goodlier spouseR
For Cytheraea the first silky downG
Fringes his blushing cheeks and his young limbs are strong andL
brownG
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And he is rich and fat and fleecy herdsR
Of bleating sheep upon his meadows lieK
And many an earthen bowl of yellow curdsR
Is in his homestead for the thievish flyK
To swim and drown in the pink clover meadL
Keeps its sweet store for him and he can pipe on oaten reedL
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And yet I love him not it was for theeE
I kept my love I knew that thou would'st comeY
To rid me of this pallid chastityE
Thou fairest flower of the flowerless foamD
Of all the wide AEgean brightest starP
Of ocean's azure heavens where the mirrored planets areP
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I knew that thou would'st come for when at firstL
The dry wood burgeoned and the sap of springW
Swelled in my green and tender bark or burstL
To myriad multitudinous blossomingW
Which mocked the midnight with its mimic moonsR
That did not dread the dawn and first the thrushes' rapturousR
tunesR
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Startled the squirrel from its granaryP
And cuckoo flowers fringed the narrow laneG
Through my young leaves a sensuous ecstasyE
Crept like new wine and every mossy veinG
Throbbed with the fitful pulse of amorous bloodL
And the wild winds of passion shook my slim stem's maidenhoodL
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The trooping fawns at evening came and laidL
Their cool black noses on my lowest boughsR
And on my topmost branch the blackbird madeL
A little nest of grasses for his spouseR
And now and then a twittering wren would lightL
On a thin twig which hardly bare the weight of such delightL
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I was the Attic shepherd's trysting placeR
Beneath my shadow Amaryllis layH
And round my trunk would laughing Daphnis chaseR
The timorous girl till tired out with playH
She felt his hot breath stir her tangled hairP
And turned and looked and fled no more from such delightfulK
snareP
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Then come away unto my ambuscadeL
Where clustering woodbine weaves a canopyE
For amorous pleasaunce and the rustling shadeL
Of Paphian myrtles seems to sanctifyK
The dearest rites of love there in the coolK
And green recesses of its farthest depth there is poolK
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The ouzel's haunt the wild bee's pasturageS
For round its rim great creamy lilies floatL
Through their flat leaves in verdant anchorageS
Each cup a white sailed golden laden boatL
Steered by a dragon fly be not afraidL
To leave this wan and wave kissed shore surely the place was madeL
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For lovers such as we the Cyprian QueenG
One arm around her boyish paramourP
Strays often there at eve and I have seenG
The moon strip off her misty vestitureP
For young Endymion's eyes be not afraidL
The panther feet of Dian never tread that secret gladeL
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Nay if thou will'st back to the beating brineG
Back to the boisterous billow let us goW
And walk all day beneath the hyalineG
Huge vault of Neptune's watery porticoW
And watch the purple monsters of the deepV
Sport in ungainly play and from his lair keen Xiphias leapV
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For if my mistress find me lying hereP
She will not ruth or gentle pity showW
But lay her boar spear down and with austereP
Relentless fingers string the cornel bowQ
And draw the feathered notch against her breastL
And loose the arched cord aye even now upon the questL
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I hear her hurrying feet awake awakeW
Thou laggard in love's battle once at leastL
Let me drink deep of passion's wine and slakeW
My parched being with the nectarous feastL
Which even gods affect O come Love comeY
Still we have time to reach the cavern of thine azure home '-
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Scarce had she spoken when the shuddering treesR
Shook and the leaves divided and the airP
Grew conscious of a god and the grey seasR
Crawled backward and a long and dismal blareP
Blew from some tasselled horn a sleuth hound bayedL
And like a flame a barbed reed flew whizzing down the gladeL
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And where the little flowers of her breastL
Just brake into their milky blossomingW
This murderous paramour this unbidden guestL
Pierced and struck deep in horrid chamberingW
And ploughed a bloody furrow with its dartL
And dug a long red road and cleft with winged death her heartL
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Sobbing her life out with a bitter cryP
On the boy's body fell the Dryad maidL
Sobbing for incomplete virginityE
And raptures unenjoyed and pleasures deadL
And all the pain of things unsatisfiedL
And the bright drops of crimson youth crept down her throbbingW
sideL
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Ah pitiful it was to hear her moanG
And very pitiful to see her dieP
Ere she had yielded up her sweets or knownG
The joy of passion that dread mysteryE
Which not to know is not to live at allK
And yet to know is to be held in death's most deadly thrallK
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But as it hapt the Queen of CythereE
Who with Adonis all night long had lainG
Within some shepherd's hut in ArcadyP
On team of silver doves and gilded wainG
Was journeying Paphos ward high up afarE
From mortal ken between the mountains and the morning starE
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And when low down she spied the hapless pairE
And heard the Oread's faint despairing cryE
Whose cadence seemed to play upon the airE
As though it were a viol hastilyE
She bade her pigeons fold each straining plumeZ
And dropt to earth and reached the strand and saw their dolorousR
doomZ
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For as a gardener turning back his headP
To catch the last notes of the linnet mowsR
With careless scythe too near some flower bedP
And cuts the thorny pillar of the roseR
And with the flower's loosened lonelinessR
Strews the brown mould or as some shepherd lad in wantonnessR
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Driving his little flock along the meadP
Treads down two daffodils which side by aideP
Have lured the lady bird with yellow bredeP
And made the gaudy moth forget its prideP
Treads down their brimming golden chalicesR
Under light feet which were not made for such rude ravagesR
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Or as a schoolboy tired of his bookW
Flings himself down upon the reedy grassR
And plucks two water lilies from the brookW
And for a time forgets the hour glassR
Then wearies of their sweets and goes his wayH
And lets the hot sun kill them even go these lovers layH
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And Venus cried 'It is dread ArtemisR
Whose bitter hand hath wrought this crueltyE
Or else that mightier maid whose care it isR
To guard her strong and stainless majestyE
Upon the hill Athenian alasR
That they who loved so well unloved into Death's house shouldP
pass '-
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So with soft hands she laid the boy and girlK
In the great golden waggon tenderlyE
Her white throat whiter than a moony pearlK
Just threaded with a blue vein's tapestryE
Had not yet ceased to throb and still her breastP
Swayed like a wind stirred lily in ambiguous unrestP
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And then each pigeon spread its milky vanG
The bright car soared into the dawning skyE
And like a cloud the aerial caravanG
Passed over the AEgean silentlyE
Till the faint air was troubled with the songW
From the wan mouths that call on bleeding Thammuz all night longW
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But when the doves had reached their wonted goalK
Where the wide stair of orbed marble dipsR
Its snows into the sea her fluttering soulK
Just shook the trembling petals of her lipsR
And passed into the void and Venus knewG
That one fair maid the less would walk amid her retinueG
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And bade her servants carve a cedar chestP
With all the wonder of this historyE
Within whose scented womb their limbs should restP
Where olive trees make tender the blue skyE
On the low hills of Paphos and the FaunG
Pipes in the noonday and the nightingale sings on till dawnG
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Nor failed they to obey her hest and ereE
The morning bee had stung the daffodilK
With tiny fretful spear or from its lairE
The waking stag had leapt across the rillK
And roused the ouzel or the lizard creptP
Athwart the sunny rock beneath the grass their bodies sleptP
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And when day brake within that silver shrineG
Fed by the flames of cressets tremulousR
Queen Venus knelt and prayed to ProserpineG
That she whose beauty made Death amorousR
Should beg a guerdon from her pallid LordP
And let Desire pass across dread Charon's icy fordP

Oscar Wilde



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