Young Love I - "surely At Last, O Lady, The Sweet Moon" Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEFE CGCGHIHI HJHJ KLKM NOPO QRQR STST UVUW CXCX YZYZ A2ZA2Z HJHJN B This sequence of poems has appeared in former editions under the title of 'Love Platonic ' | A |
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Surely at last O Lady the sweet moon | B |
That bringeth in the happy singing weather | C |
Groweth to pearly queendom and full soon | B |
Shall Love and Song go hand in hand together | C |
For all the pain that all too long hath waited | D |
In deep dumb darkness shall have speech at last | E |
And the bright babe Death gave the Love he mated | F |
Shall leap to light and kiss the weeping past | E |
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For all the silver morning is a glimmer | C |
With gleaming spears of great Apollo's host | G |
And the night fadeth like a spent out swimmer | C |
Hurled from the headlands of some shining coast | G |
O happy soul thy mouth at last is singing | H |
Drunken with wine of morning's azure deep | I |
Sing on my soul the world beneath thee swinging | H |
A bough of song above a sea of sleep | I |
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Who is the lady I sing | H |
Ah how can I tell thee her praise | J |
For whom all my life's but the string | H |
Of a rosary painful of days | J |
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Which I count with a curious smile | K |
As a miser who hoardeth his gain | L |
Though a madhearted spendthrift the while | K |
I but gather to waste again | M |
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Yea I pluck from the tree of the years | N |
As a country maid greedy of flowers | O |
Each day brimming over with tears | P |
And I scatter like petals its hours | O |
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And I trample them under my feet | Q |
In a frenzy of cloven hoofed swine | R |
And the breath of their dying is sweet | Q |
And the blood of their hearts is as wine | R |
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O I throw me low down on the ground | S |
And I bury my face in their death | T |
And only I rise at the sound | S |
Of a wind as it scattereth | T |
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As it scattereth sweetly the dried | U |
Leaves withered and brittle and sere | V |
Of days of old years that have died | U |
And O it is sweet in my ear | W |
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And I rise me and build me a pyre | C |
Of the whispering skeleton things | X |
And my heart laugheth low with the fire | C |
Laugheth high with the flame as it springs | X |
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And above in the flickering glare | Y |
I mark me the boughs of my tree | Z |
My tree of the years growing bare | Y |
Growing bare with the scant days to be | Z |
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Then I turn to my beads and I pray | A2 |
For the axe at the root of the tree | Z |
Last flower last bead ah last day | A2 |
That shall part me my darling from thee | Z |
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And I pray for the knife on the string | H |
Of this rosary painful of days | J |
But who is the Lady I sing | H |
Ah how can I tell thee her praise | J |
Richard Le Gallienne
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