The Dë©cadent To His Soul Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FFGHIJ KLMN OPJA JQRSTU AVWVVVVXV YZRA2VB2VC2D2E2E2J B2VB2 ADF2 G2H2 I2VJ2K2K2K2L2VVK2 VM2 N2O2Q WP2RR| The D cadent was speaking to his soul | A |
| Poor useless thing he said | B |
| Why did God burden me with such as thou | C |
| The body were enough | D |
| The body gives me all | E |
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| The soul's a sort of sentimental wife | F |
| That prays and whimpers of the higher life | F |
| Objects to latch keys and bewails the old | G |
| The dear old days of passion and of dream | H |
| When life was a blank canvas yet untouched | I |
| Of the great painter Sin | J |
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| Yet little soul thou hast fine eyes | K |
| And knowest fine airy motions | L |
| Hast a voice | M |
| Why wilt thou so devote them to the church | N |
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| His face grew strangely sweet | O |
| As when a toad smiles | P |
| He dreamed of a new sin | J |
| An incest 'twixt the body and the soul | A |
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| He drugged his soul and in a house of sin | J |
| She played all she remembered out of heaven | Q |
| For him to kiss and clip by | R |
| He took a little harlot in his hands | S |
| And she made all his veins like boiling oil | T |
| Then that grave organ made them cool again | U |
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| Then from that day he used his soul | A |
| As bitters to the over dulcet sins | V |
| As olives to the fatness of the feast | W |
| She made those dear heart breaking ecstasies | V |
| Of minor chords amid the Phrygian flutes | V |
| She sauced his sins with splendid memories | V |
| Starry regrets and infinite hopes and fears | V |
| His holy youth and his first love | X |
| Made pearly background to strange coloured vice | V |
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| Sin is no sin when virtue is forgot | Y |
| It is so good in sin to keep in sight | Z |
| The white hills whence we fell to measure by | R |
| To say I was so high so white so pure | A2 |
| And am so low so blood stained and so base | V |
| I revel here amid the sweet sweet mire | B2 |
| And yonder are the hills of morning flowers | V |
| So high so low so lost and with me yet | C2 |
| To stretch the octave 'twixt the dream and deed | D2 |
| Ah that's the thrill | E2 |
| To dream so well to do so ill | E2 |
| There comes the bitter sweet that makes the sin | J |
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| First drink the stars then grunt amid the mire | B2 |
| So shall the mire have something of the stars | V |
| And the high stars be fragrant of the mire | B2 |
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| The D cadent was speaking to his soul | A |
| Dear witch I said the body was enough | D |
| How young how simple as a suckling child | F2 |
| And then I dreamed 'an incest 'twixt the body and the soul ' | - |
| Let's wed I thought the seraph with the dog | G2 |
| And wait the purple thing that shall be born | H2 |
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| And now look round seest thou this bloom | I2 |
| Seven petals and each petal seven dyes | V |
| The stem is gilded and the root in blood | J2 |
| That came of thee | K2 |
| Yea all my flowers were single save for thee | K2 |
| I pluck seven fruits from off a single tree | K2 |
| I pluck seven flowers from off a single stem | L2 |
| I light my palace with the seven stars | V |
| And eat strange dishes to Gregorian chants | V |
| All thanks to thee | K2 |
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| But the soul wept with hollow hectic face | V |
| Captive in that lupanar of a man | M2 |
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| And I who passed by heard and wept for both | N2 |
| The man was once an apple cheek dear lad | O2 |
| The soul was once an angel up in heaven | Q |
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| O let the body be a healthy beast | W |
| And keep the soul a singing soaring bird | P2 |
| But lure thou not the soul from out the sky | R |
| To pipe unto the body in the sty | R |
Richard Le Gallienne
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