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The Statue And The Bust Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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There's a palace in Florence the world knows well	A
And a statue watches it from the square	B
And this story of both do our townsmen tell	A
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Ages ago a lady there	B
At the farthest window facing the East	C
Asked Who rides by with the royal air	B
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The bridesmaids' prattle around her ceased	C
She leaned forth one on either hand	D
They saw how the blush of the bride increased	C
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They felt by its beats her heart expand	D
As one at each ear and both in a breath	E
Whispered The Great Duke Ferdinand	D
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That self same instant underneath	F
The Duke rode past in his idle way	G
Empty and fine like a swordless sheath	F
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Gay he rode with a friend as gay	G
Till he threw his head back Who is she	H
A bride the Riccardi brings home today	G
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Hair in heaps lay heavily	H
Over a pale brow spirit pure	I
Carved like the heart of the coal black tree	H
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Crisped like a war steed's encolure	H
And vainly sought to dissemble her eyes	J
Of the blackest black our eyes endure	H
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And lo a blade for a knight's emprise	J
Filled the fine empty sheath of a man	K
The Duke grew straightway brave and wise	J
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He looked at her as a lover can	K
She looked at him as one who awakes	J
The past was a sleep and their life began	K
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Now love so ordered for both their sakes	J
A feast was held that selfsame night	L
In the pile which the mighty shadow makes	J
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For Via Larga is three parts light	L
But the palace overshadows one	M
Because of a crime which may God requite	L
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To Florence and God the wrong was done	M
Through the first republic's murder there	H
By Cosimo and his curs d son	M
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The Duke with the statue's face in the square	H
Turned in the midst of his multitude	L
At the bright approach of the bridal pair	H
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Face to face the lovers stood	L
A single minute and no more	H
While the bridegroom bent as a man subdued	L
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Bowed till his bonnet brushed the floor	H
For the Duke on the lady a kiss conferred	L
As the courtly custom was of yore	H
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In a minute can lovers exchange a word	L
If a word did pass which I do not think	N
Only one out of the thousand heard	L
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That was the bridegroom At day's brink	N
He and his bride were alone at last	L
In a bedchamber by a taper's blink	N
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Calmly he said that her lot was cast	L
That the door she had passed was shut on her	H
Till the final catafalque repassed	L
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The world meanwhile its noise and stir	H
Through a certain window facing the East	L
She could watch like a convent's chronicler	H
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Since passing the door might lead to a feast	L
And a feast might lead to so much beside	L
He of many evils chose the least	L
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Freely I choose too said the bride	L
Your window and its world suffice	J
Replied the tongue while the heart replied	L
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If I spend the night with that devil twice	J
May his window serve as my loop of hell	A
Whence a damned soul looks on paradise	J
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I fly to the Duke who loves me well	A
Sit by his side and laugh at sorrow	H
Ere I count another ave bell	A
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'Tis only the coat of a page to borrow	H
And tie my hair in a horse boy's trim	O
And I save my soul but not tomorrow	H
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She checked herself and her eye grew dim	O
My father tarries to bless my state	L
I must keep it one day more for him	O
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Is one day more so long to wait	L
Moreover the Duke rides past I know	H
We shall see each other sure as fate	L
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She turned on her side and slept Just so	H
So we resolve on a thing and sleep	P
So did the lady ages ago	H
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That night the Duke said Dear or cheap	P
As the cost of this cup of bliss may prove	Q
To body or soul I will drain it deep	P
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And on the morrow bold with love	R
He beckoned the bridegroom close on call	S
As his duty bade by the Duke's alcove	T
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And smiled 'Twas a very funeral	U
Your lady will think this feast of ours	J
A shame to efface whate'er befall	S
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What if we break from the Arno bowers	J
And try if Petraja cool and green	V
Cure last night's fault with this morning's flowers	J
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The bridegroom not a thought to be seen	V
On his steady brow and quiet mouth	W
Said Too much favour for me so mean	V
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But alas my lady leaves the South	W
Each wind that comes from the Apennine	V
Is a menace to her tender youth	X
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Nor a way exists the wise opine	Y
If she quits her palace twice this year	H
To avert the flower of life's decline	Y
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Quoth the Duke A sage and a kindly fear	H
Moreover Petraja is cold this spring	Z
Be our feast tonight as usual here	H
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And then to himself Which night shall bring	Z
Thy bride to her lover's embraces fool	A2
Or I am the fool and thou art the king	Z
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Yet my passion must wait a night nor cool	A2
For tonight the Envoy arrives from France	J
Whose heart I unlock with thyself my tool	A2
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I need thee still and might miss perchance	J
Today is not wholly lost beside	L
With its hope of my lady's countenance	J
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For I ride what should I do but ride	L
And passing her palace if I list	L
May glance at its window well betide	L
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So said so done nor the lady missed	L
One ray that broke from the ardent brow	H
Nor a curl of the lips where the spirit kissed	L
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Be sure that each renewed the vow	H
No morrow's sun should arise and set	L
And leave them then as it left them now	H
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But next day passed and next day yet	L
With still fresh cause to wait one day more	H
Ere each leaped over the parapet	L
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And still as love's brief morning wore	H
With a gentle start half smile half sigh	B2
They found love not as it seemed before	H
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They thought it would work infallibly	A2
But not in despite of heaven and earth	C2
The rose would blow when the storm passed by	B2
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Meantime they could profit in winter's dearth	C2
By store of fruits that supplant the rose	J
The world and its ways have a certain worth	C2
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And to press a point while these oppose	J
Were simple policy better wait	L
We lose no friends and we gain no foes	J
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Meantime worse fates than a lover's fate	L
Who daily may ride and pass and look	D2
Where his lady watches behind the grate	L
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And she she watched the square like a book	D2
Holding one picture and only one	M
Which daily to find she undertook	D2
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When the picture was reached the book was done	M
And she turned from the picture at night to scheme	E2
Of tearing it out for herself next sun	M
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So weeks grew months years gleam by gleam	E2
The glory dropped from their youth and love	R
And both perceived they had dreamed a dream	E2
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Which hovered as dreams do still above	R
But who can take a dream for a truth	X
Oh hide our eyes from the next remove	Q
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One day as the lady saw her youth	X
Depart and the silver thread that streaked	L
Her hair and worn by the serpent's tooth	X
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The brow so puckered the chin so peaked	L
And wondered who the woman was	J
Hollow eyed and haggard cheeked	L
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Fronting her silent in the glass	J
Summon here she suddenly said	L
Before the rest of my old self pass	J
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Him the Carver a hand to aid	L
Who fashions the clay no love will change	F2
And fixes a beauty never to fade	L
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Let Robbia's craft so apt and strange	F2
Arrest the remains of young and fair	H
And rivet them while the seasons range	F2
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Make me a face on the window there	H
Waiting as ever mute the while	A2
My love to pass below in the square	H
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And let me think that it may beguile	A2
Dreary days which the dead must spend	L
Down in their darkness under the aisle	A2
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To say 'What matters it at the end	L
I did no more while my heart was warm	G2
Than does that image my pale faced friend '	-
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Where is the use of the lip's red charm	H2
The heaven of hair the pride of the brow	H
And the blood that blues the inside arm	H2
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Unless we turn as the soul knows how	H
The earthly gift to an end divine	Y
A lady of clay is as good I trow	H
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But long ere Robbia's cornice fine	Y
With flowers and fruits which leaves enlace	J
Was set where now is the empty	L