Rosalind And Helen: A Modern Eclogue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEFEGGHIHCJJGKKGLMJ JNJOPPPQRSRSLMTCCUJJ GJJVWJJXYYZA2B2B2XJQ C2QC2UC CC2D2E2C2XXBGGXBXD2 GGB JGF2BK CBF2G2 JBJJ CMLKG H2KH2JJB2B2I2I2J F2GGF2HHGGGHJ2HJ2K2K 2L2JM2N2O2N2B2B2GJP2 P2KKM2KCD2GCQQQ2N2Q2 N2JJJF2F2QJQGG GGGGGC2C2M2C2JKJGM2K GGGKJJ J2GBBGMLGR2GJKJH2H2G R2GKGGJJGGKS2S2C2UGU GUN2N2GGGJJC2C2C2GGC 2C2BQQ| ROSALIND HELEN and her Child | A |
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| SCENE The Shore of the Lake of Como | B |
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| HELEN | C |
| Come hither my sweet Rosalind | D |
| 'T is long since thou and I have met | E |
| And yet methinks it were unkind | F |
| Those moments to forget | E |
| Come sit by me I see thee stand | G |
| By this lone lake in this far land | G |
| Thy loose hair in the light wind flying | H |
| Thy sweet voice to each tone of even | I |
| United and thine eyes replying | H |
| To the hues of yon fair heaven | C |
| Come gentle friend wilt sit by me | J |
| And be as thou wert wont to be | J |
| Ere we were disunited | G |
| None doth behold us now the power | K |
| That led us forth at this lone hour | K |
| Will be but ill requited | G |
| If thou depart in scorn Oh come | L |
| And talk of our abandoned home | M |
| Remember this is Italy | J |
| And we are exiles Talk with me | J |
| Of that our land whose wilds and floods | N |
| Barren and dark although they be | J |
| Were dearer than these chestnut woods | O |
| Those heathy paths that inland stream | P |
| And the blue mountains shapes which seem | P |
| Like wrecks of childhood's sunny dream | P |
| Which that we have abandoned now | Q |
| Weighs on the heart like that remorse | R |
| Which altered friendship leaves I seek | S |
| No more our youthful intercourse | R |
| That cannot be Rosalind speak | S |
| Speak to me Leave me not When morn did come | L |
| When evening fell upon our common home | M |
| When for one hour we parted do not frown | T |
| I would not chide thee though thy faith is broken | C |
| But turn to me Oh by this cherished token | C |
| Of woven hair which thou wilt not disown | U |
| Turn as 't were but the memory of me | J |
| And not my scorn d self who prayed to thee | J |
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| ROSALIND | G |
| Is it a dream or do I see | J |
| And hear frail Helen I would flee | J |
| Thy tainting touch but former years | V |
| Arise and bring forbidden tears | W |
| And my o'erburdened memory | J |
| Seeks yet its lost repose in thee | J |
| I share thy crime I cannot choose | X |
| But weep for thee mine own strange grief | Y |
| But seldom stoops to such relief | Y |
| Nor ever did I love thee less | Z |
| Though mourning o'er thy wickedness | A2 |
| Even with a sister's woe I knew | B2 |
| What to the evil world is due | B2 |
| And therefore sternly did refuse | X |
| To link me with the infamy | J |
| Of one so lost as Helen Now | Q |
| Bewildered by my dire despair | C2 |
| Wondering I blush and weep that thou | Q |
| Shouldst love me still thou only There | C2 |
| Let us sit on that gray stone | U |
| Till our mournful talk be done | C |
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| HELEN | C |
| Alas not there I cannot bear | C2 |
| The murmur of this lake to hear | D2 |
| A sound from there Rosalind dear | E2 |
| Which never yet I heard elsewhere | C2 |
| But in our native land recurs | X |
| Even here where now we meet It stirs | X |
| Too much of suffocating sorrow | B |
| In the dell of yon dark chestnut wood | G |
| Is a stone seat a solitude | G |
| Less like our own The ghost of peace | X |
| Will not desert this spot To morrow | B |
| If thy kind feelings should not cease | X |
| We may sit here | D2 |
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| ROSALIND | G |
| Thou lead my sweet | G |
| And I will follow | B |
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| HENRY | J |
| 'T is Fenici's seat | G |
| Where you are going This is not the way | F2 |
| Mamma it leads behind those trees that grow | B |
| Close to the little river | K |
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| HELEN | C |
| Yes I know | B |
| I was bewildered Kiss me and be gay | F2 |
| Dear boy why do you sob | G2 |
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| HENRY | J |
| I do not know | B |
| But it might break any one's heart to see | J |
| You and the lady cry so bitterly | J |
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| HELEN | C |
| It is a gentle child my friend Go home | M |
| Henry and play with Lilla till I come | L |
| We only cried with joy to see each other | K |
| We are quite merry now Good night | G |
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| The boy | H2 |
| Lifted a sudden look upon his mother | K |
| And in the gleam of forced and hollow joy | H2 |
| Which lightened o'er her face laughed with the glee | J |
| Of light and unsuspecting infancy | J |
| And whispered in her ear 'Bring home with you | B2 |
| That sweet strange lady friend ' Then off he flew | B2 |
| But stopped and beckoned with a meaning smile | I2 |
| Where the road turned Pale Rosalind the while | I2 |
| Hiding her face stood weeping silently | J |
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| In silence then they took the way | F2 |
| Beneath the forest's solitude | G |
| It was a vast and antique wood | G |
| Through which they took their way | F2 |
| And the gray shades of evening | H |
| O'er that green wilderness did fling | H |
| Still deeper solitude | G |
| Pursuing still the path that wound | G |
| The vast and knotted trees around | G |
| Through which slow shades were wandering | H |
| To a deep lawny dell they came | J2 |
| To a stone seat beside a spring | H |
| O'er which the columned wood did frame | J2 |
| A roofless temple like the fane | K2 |
| Where ere new creeds could faith obtain | K2 |
| Man's early race once knelt beneath | L2 |
| The overhanging deity | J |
| O'er this fair fountain hung the sky | M2 |
| Now spangled with rare stars The snake | N2 |
| The pale snake that with eager breath | O2 |
| Creeps here his noontide thirst to slake | N2 |
| Is beaming with many a mingled hue | B2 |
| Shed from yon dome's eternal blue | B2 |
| When he floats on that dark and lucid flood | G |
| In the light of his own loveliness | J |
| And the birds that in the fountain dip | P2 |
| Their plumes with fearless fellowship | P2 |
| Above and round him wheel and hover | K |
| The fitful wind is heard to stir | K |
| One solitary leaf on high | M2 |
| The chirping of the grasshopper | K |
| Fills every pause There is emotion | C |
| In all that dwells at noontide here | D2 |
| Then through the intricate wild wood | G |
| A maze of life and light and motion | C |
| Is woven But there is stillness now | Q |
| Gloom and the trance of Nature now | Q |
| The snake is in his cave asleep | Q2 |
| The birds are on the branches dreaming | N2 |
| Only the shadows creep | Q2 |
| Only the glow worm is gleaming | N2 |
| Only the owls and the nightingales | J |
| Wake in this dell when daylight fails | J |
| And gray shades gather in the woods | J |
| And the owls have all fled far away | F2 |
| In a merrier glen to hoot and play | F2 |
| For the moon is veiled and sleeping now | Q |
| The accustomed nightingale still broods | J |
| On her accustomed bough | Q |
| But she is mute for her false mate | G |
| Has fled and left her desolate | G |
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| This silent spot tradition old | G |
| Had peopled with the spectral dead | G |
| For the roots of the speaker's hair felt cold | G |
| And stiff as with tremulous lips he told | G |
| That a hellish shape at midnight led | G |
| The ghost of a youth with hoary hair | C2 |
| And sate on the seat beside him there | C2 |
| Till a naked child came wandering by | M2 |
| When the fiend would change to a lady fair | C2 |
| A fearful tale the truth was worse | J |
| For here a sister and a brother | K |
| Had solemnized a monstrous curse | J |
| Meeting in this fair solitude | G |
| For beneath yon very sky | M2 |
| Had they resigned to one another | K |
| Body and soul The multitude | G |
| Tracking them to the secret wood | G |
| Tore limb from limb their innocent child | G |
| And stabbed and trampled on its mother | K |
| But the youth for God's most holy grace | J |
| A priest saved to burn in the market place | J |
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| Duly at evening Helen came | J2 |
| To this lone silent spot | G |
| From the wrecks of a tale of wilder sorrow | B |
| So much of sympathy to borrow | B |
| As soothed her own dark lot | G |
| Duly each evening from her home | M |
| With her fair child would Helen come | L |
| To sit upon that antique seat | G |
| While the hues of day were pale | R2 |
| And the bright boy beside her feet | G |
| Now lay lifting at intervals | J |
| His broad blue eyes on her | K |
| Now where some sudden impulse calls | J |
| Following He was a gentle boy | H2 |
| And in all gentle sorts took joy | H2 |
| Oft in a dry leaf for a boat | G |
| With a small feather for a sail | R2 |
| His fancy on that spring would float | G |
| If some invisible breeze might stir | K |
| Its marble calm and Helen smiled | G |
| Through tears of awe on the gay child | G |
| To think that a boy as fair as he | J |
| In years which never more may be | J |
| By that same fount in that same wood | G |
| The like sweet fancies had pursued | G |
| And that a mother lost like her | K |
| Had mournfully sate watching him | S2 |
| Then all the scene was wont to swim | S2 |
| Through the mist of a burning tear | C2 |
| For many months had Helen known | U |
| This scene and now she thither turned | G |
| Her footsteps not alone | U |
| The friend whose falsehood she had mourned | G |
| Sate with her on that seat of stone | U |
| Silent they sate for evening | N2 |
| And the power its glimpses bring | N2 |
| Had with one awful shadow quelled | G |
| The passion of their grief They sate | G |
| With link d hands for unrepelled | G |
| Had Helen taken Rosalind's | J |
| Like the autumn wind when it unbinds | J |
| The tangled locks of the nightshade's hair | C2 |
| Which is twined in the sultry summer air | C2 |
| Round the walls of an outworn sepulchre | C2 |
| Did the voice of Helen sad and sweet | G |
| And the sound of her heart that ever beat | G |
| As with sighs and words she breathed on her | C2 |
| Unbind the knots of her friend's despair | C2 |
| Till her thoughts were free to float and flow | B |
| And from her laboring bosom now | Q |
| Like the bursting of a prisone | Q |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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