Tristram's End Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Tristram lies sick to death | B |
Dulled is his kingly eye | A |
Listless his famed right arm earth weary breath | B |
Hath force alone to sigh | A |
The one name that re kindles life's low flame | C |
Isoult And thou fair moon of Tristram's eve | D |
Who with that many memoried name didst take | E |
A glory for the sake | E |
Of her who shone the sole light of his days and deeds | F |
Thou canst no more relieve | D |
This heart that inly bleeds | F |
With all thy love with all thy tender lore | G |
No nor thy white hands soothe him any more | G |
Still the day long she hears | H |
Kind words that are more sharp to her than spears | I |
Ah loved he more he had not been so kind | J |
And still with pricking tears | K |
She watches him and still must seem resigned | J |
Though well she knows what face his eyes require | L |
And jealous pangs like coiled snakes in her mind | J |
Cling tighter as that voice more earnestly | M |
Asks heavy with desire | L |
From out that passionate past which is not hers | N |
Sweet wife is there no sail upon the sea '' | O |
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Tenderest hearts by pain grow oft the bitterest | P |
And haste to wound the thing they love the best | Q |
At evening at sun set to Tristram's bed | R |
News on her lips she brings | S |
She comes with eyes bright in divining dread | R |
Hardening her anguished heart she bends above his head | R |
O Tristram '' How her low voice strangely rings | S |
There comes a ship ah rise not turn not pale | T |
I know not what this means it is a sail | T |
Black black as night '' She shot her word and fled | R |
But Tristram cried | U |
With a great cry and rose upon his side | U |
It cannot be it cannot shall not be | M |
I will not die until mine own eyes see '' | - |
Despair more strong than hope lifts his weak limbs | V |
He stands and draws deep effort from his breath | B |
He trembles his gaze swims | V |
He gropes his steps in pain | W |
Nigh fainting till he gain | W |
Salt air and brightness from the outer door | G |
That opens on the cliff built bastion floor | G |
And the wide ocean gleaming far beneath | X |
He gazes his lips part | Y |
And all the blood pours back upon his heart | Y |
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Close thine eyes Tristram lest joy blind thee quite | Z |
So swift a splendour burns away thy doubt | A2 |
Nay Tristram gaze gaze lest bright Truth go out | A2 |
Ere she hath briefly shone | B2 |
White dazzling white | Z |
A sail swells onward filling all his sight | Z |
With snowy light | Z |
As on a gull's sure wing the ship comes on | C2 |
She towers upon the wave she speeds for home | D2 |
Tristram on either doorpost must sustain | W |
His arms for strength to gaze his fill again | E2 |
She shivers off the wind the shining foam | D2 |
Bursts from her pitching prow | F2 |
The sail drops as she nears | I |
Poised on the joyous swell and Tristram sees | G2 |
The mariners upon the deck he hears | H |
Their eager cries the breeze | G2 |
Blows a blue cloak and now | F2 |
Like magic brought to his divining ears | I |
A voice that empties all the earth and sky | A |
Comes clear across the water It is I '' | - |
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Isoult is come Victorious saints above | H2 |
Who suffered anguish ere to bliss you died | U |
Have pity on him whom Love so sore hath tried | U |
Who sinned yet greatly suffered for his love | H2 |
That dear renounc d love when now he sees | G2 |
Heavy with joy he sinks upon his knees | G2 |
O had she wings to lift her to his side | U |
But she is far below | I2 |
Where the spray breaks upon the rusted rail | T |
And rock hewn steps and there | J2 |
Stands gazing up and lo | I2 |
Tristram how faint and pale | T |
A pity overcomes her like despair | J2 |
How shall her strength avail | T |
To conquer that steep stair | J2 |
Dark terrible and ignorant as Time | K2 |
Up which her feet must climb | K2 |
To Tristram His outstretching arms are fain | W |
To help her yet are helpless and his pain | W |
Is hers and her pain Tristram's with long sighs | L2 |
She mounts then halts again | E2 |
Till she have drawn strength from his love dimmed eyes | L2 |
But when that wasted face anew she sees | G2 |
Despair anew subdues her knees | G2 |
She fails yet still she mounts by sad degrees | G2 |
With all her soul into her gaze upcast | U |
Until at last at last | U |
What tears are like the wondering tears | K |
Of that entranced embrace | M2 |
When out of desolate and divided years | I |
Face meets belov d face | M2 |
What cry most exquisite of grief or bliss | N2 |
The too full heart shall tell | O2 |
When the new recovered kiss | N2 |
Is the kiss of last farewell | O2 |
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II | A |
Isoult | U |
O Tristram is this true | P2 |
Is it thou I see | M |
With my own eyes clasp in my arms I knew | P2 |
I knew that this must be | M |
Thou couldst not suffer so | I2 |
And I not feel the smart | U |
Far far away But oh | I2 |
How pale my love thou art | U |
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Tristram | Q2 |
'Tis I Isoult 'tis I | A |
That thee enfold | U |
I have seen thee my own life and yet I die | A |
O for my strength of old | U |
O that thy love could heal | R2 |
This wound that conquers me | M |
But the night is come I feel | R2 |
And the last sun set for me | M |
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Isoult | U |
Tristram 'twas I that healed thy hurt | U |
That old fierce wound of Morolt's poisoned sword | U |
Stricken to death pale pale as now thou wert | U |
Yet was thy strength restored | U |
Have I forgot my skill | S2 |
This wound shall yet be healed | U |
Love shall be master still | S2 |
And Death again shall yield | U |
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Tristram | Q2 |
Isoult if Time could bring me back | T2 |
That eve that first eve and that Irish shore | G |
Then should I fear not no nor nothing lack | T2 |
And life were mine once more | G |
But now too late thou art come | Q2 |
Too long we have dwelt apart | U |
I have pined in an alien home | D2 |
This new joy bursts my heart | U |
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Isoult | U |
Hark Tristram to the breaking sea | M |
So sounded the dim waves at such an hour | L |
On such an eve when thy voice came to me | M |
First in my father's tower | L |
I heard thy sad harp from the shore beneath | X |
It stirred my soul from sleep | U2 |
Then it was bliss to breathe | V2 |
But now but now I weep | U2 |
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Tristram | Q2 |
Shipwrecked without hope without friend alone | B2 |
On a strange shore stricken with pang on pang | W2 |
I stood sad hearted by that tower unknown | B2 |
Yet soon for joy I sang | W2 |
For could I see thee and on death believe | D |
Ah glad would I die to attain | W |
The beat of my heart that eve | D |
And the song in my mouth again | E2 |
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Isoult | U |
Young was I then and fair | J2 |
Thou too wast fair and young | X2 |
How comely the brown hair | J2 |
Down on thy shoulder hung | X2 |
O Tristram all grows dark as then it grew | P2 |
But still I see thee on that surge beat shore | G |
Thou camest and all was new | P2 |
And changed for evermore | G |
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Tristram | Q2 |
Isoult dost thou regret | U |
Behold my wasted cheek | Y2 |
With salt tears it is wet | U |
My arms how faint how weak | Y2 |
And thou since that far day what hast thou seen | Z2 |
Save strife and tears and failure and dismay | A3 |
Had that hour never been | B3 |
Peace had been thine this day | A3 |
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Isoult | A3 |
Look Tristram in my eyes | L2 |
My own love I could feed | A3 |
Life well with miseries | G2 |
So thou wert mine indeed | A3 |
Proud were the tears I wept | A3 |
That day that hour I bless | C3 |
Nor would for peace accept | A3 |
One single pain the less | C3 |
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Tristram | Q2 |
Isoult my heart is rent | A3 |
What pangs our bliss hath bought | A3 |
Only joy we meant | A3 |
Yet woe and wrong we have wrought | A3 |
I vowed a vow in the dark | D3 |
And thee who wert mine I gave | E3 |
For a word's sake to King Mark | D3 |
Words words have digged our grave | E3 |
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Isoult | A3 |
Tristram despite thy love | H2 |
King Mark had yet thine oath | F3 |
Ah surely thy heart strove | G3 |
How to be true to both | F3 |
Blame not thyself for woe | I2 |
'Twixt us was doomed to be | M |
One only thing I know | I2 |
Thou hast been true to me | M |
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Tristram | Q2 |
Accurst be still that day | A3 |
When lightly I vowed the king | H3 |
Whatever he might pray | A3 |
Home to his hands I'd bring | H3 |
Thee thee he asked And I | A |
Who never feared man's sword | A3 |
Yielded my life to a lie | A |
To save the truth of a word | A3 |
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Isoult | A3 |
Think not of that day think | I3 |
Of the day when our lips desired | A3 |
Unknowing that cup to drink | I3 |
The cup with a charm was fired | A3 |
From thee to beguile my love | H2 |
But now in my soul it shall burn | J3 |
For ever nor turn nor remove | K3 |
Till the sun in his course shall turn | J3 |
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Tristram | Q2 |
Or ever that draught we drank | L3 |
Thy heart Isoult was mine | M3 |
My heart was thine I thank | L3 |
God's grace no wizard wine | M3 |
No stealth of a drop distilled | A3 |
By a spell in the night no art | A3 |
No charm could have ever filled | A3 |
With aught but thee my heart | A3 |
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Isoult | A3 |
When last we said farewell | O2 |
Remember how we dreamed | A3 |
Wild love to have learned to quell | O2 |
Our hearts grown wise we deemed | A3 |
Tender parted friends | N3 |
We vowed to be but the will | S2 |
Of Love meant other ends | N3 |
Words fool us Tristram still | S2 |
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Tristram | Q2 |
Not now Isoult not now | F2 |
I am thine while I have breath | B |
Words part us not nor vow | F2 |
No nor King Mark but death | B |
I hold thee to my breast | A3 |
Our sins our woes are past | A3 |
Thy lips were the first I prest | A3 |
Thou art mine thou art mine at the last | A3 |
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Isoult | A3 |
O Tristram all grows old | A3 |
Enfold me closer yet | A3 |
The night grows vast and cold | A3 |
And the dew on thy hair falls wet | A3 |
And never shall Time rebuild | A3 |
The places of our delight | A3 |
Those towers and gardens are filled | A3 |
With emptiness now and night | A3 |
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Tristram | Q2 |
Isoult let it all be a dream | O3 |
The days and the deeds let them be | M |
As the bough that I cast on the stream | O3 |
And that lived but to bring thee to me | M |
As the leaves that I broke from the bough | F2 |
To float by thy window and say | A3 |
That I waited thy coming O now | F2 |
Thou art come let the world be as they | A3 |
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Isoult | A3 |
How dark is the strong waves' sound | A3 |
Tristram they fill me with fear | P3 |
We two are but spent waves drowned | A3 |
In the coming of year upon year | P3 |
Long dead are our friends and our foes | Q3 |
Old Rual Brangian all | R3 |
That helped us or wrought us woes | Q3 |
And we the last we fall | R3 |
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Tristram | Q2 |
God and his great saints guard | A3 |
True friends that loved us well | O2 |
And all false foes be barred | A3 |
In the fiery gates of hell | O2 |
But broken be all those towers | N |
And sunken be all those ships | S3 |
Shut out those old dead hours | N |
Life life is on thy lips | S3 |
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Isoult | A3 |
Tristram my soul is afraid | A3 |
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Tristram | Q2 |
Isoult Isoult thy kiss | N2 |
To sorrow though I was made | A3 |
I die in bliss in bliss | N2 |
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Isoult | A3 |
Tristram my heart must break | E |
O leave me not in the grave | E3 |
Of the dark world Me too take | E |
Save me O Tristram save | E3 |
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III | A |
Calm calm the moving waters all the night | A3 |
On to that shore roll slow | I2 |
Fade into foam against the cliff's dim height | A3 |
And fall in a soft thunder and upsurge | T3 |
For ever out of unexhausted might | A3 |
Lifting their voice below | I2 |
Tuned to no human dirge | T3 |
Nor from their majesty of music bend | A3 |
To wail for beauty's end | A3 |
Or towering spirit's most fiery overthrow | I2 |
Nor tarrieth the dawn though she unveil | T |
To weeping eyes their woe | I2 |
The dawn that doth not know | I2 |
What the dark night hath wrought | A3 |
And over the far wave comes pacing pale | T |
Of all that she reveals regarding nought | A3 |
But ere the dawn there comes a faltering tread | A3 |
Isoult the young wife stealing from her bed | A3 |
Sleepless with dread | A3 |
Creeps by still wall and blinded corridor | L |
Till from afar the salt scent of the air | J2 |
Blows on her brow and now | F2 |
In that pale space beyond the open door | G |
What mute clasped shadow dulls her to despair | J2 |
By keen degrees aware | J2 |
That with the dawn her widowhood is there | J2 |
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Is it wild envy or remorseful fear | P3 |
Transfixes her young heart unused to woe | I2 |
Crying to meet wrath hatred any foe | I2 |
Not silence drear | P3 |
Not to be vanquished so | I2 |
By silence on the lips that were so dear | P3 |
Ah sharpest stab it is another face | M2 |
That leans to Tristram's piteous embrace | M2 |
Another face she knows not yet knows well | O2 |
Whose hands are clasped about his helpless head | A3 |
Propping it where it fell | O2 |
In a vain tenderness | U3 |
But dead her great dream hated rival dead | A3 |
Invulnerably dead | A3 |
Dead as her love and cold | A3 |
And on her heart a grief heavy as stone is rolled | A3 |
She bows down stricken in accusing pain | W |
And love long baffled surges back again | E2 |
Over her heart she wails a shuddering cry | P3 |
While the tears blindly rain | W |
I I have killed him I that loved him I | P3 |
That for his dear sake had been glad to die | P3 |
I loved him not enough I could not keep | U2 |
His heart and yet I loved him O how deep | U2 |
I cannot touch him Will none set him free | P3 |
From those those other arms and give him me | P3 |
Alas I may not vex him from that sleep | U2 |
He is thine in the end thou proud one he is thine | M3 |
Not mine not mine | M3 |
I loved him not enough I could not hold | A3 |
My tongue from stabbing and forsook him there | P3 |
I had not any care | P3 |
To keep him from the darkness and the cold | A3 |
O all my wretched servants where were ye | P3 |
Hath none in my house tended him but she | P3 |
Where are ye now Can ye not hear my call | R3 |
Come hither laggards all | R3 |
Nay hush not so affrighted nor so stare | P3 |
Upon your lord 'tis he | P3 |
Put out your torches for the dawn grows clear | P3 |
And set me out within the hall a bier | P3 |
And wedding robes the costliest that are | P3 |
In all my house prepare | P3 |
And lay upon the silks these princely dead | A3 |
And bid the sailors take that funeral bed | A3 |
And set it in the ship and put to sea | P3 |
And north to Cornwall steer | P3 |
Farewell my lord thy home is far from here | P3 |
Farewell my great love dead and doubly dear | P3 |
Carry him hence proud queen for he is thine | M3 |
Not mine not mine not mine '' | - |
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Within Tintagel walls King Mark awaits his queen | Z2 |
The south wind blows surely she comes to day | A3 |
No light hath his eye seen | Z2 |
Since she is gone no pleasure he grows gray | A3 |
His knights apart make merry and wassail | R3 |
With dice and chessboard hound at knee they play | R3 |
But he sits solitary all the day | R3 |
Thinking of what hath been | B3 |
And now through all the castle rings a wail | R3 |
The king arises all his knights are dumb | Q2 |
The queen the queen is come | Q2 |
Not as she came of old | A3 |
Sweeping with gesture proud | A3 |
To meet her wronged lord royally arrayed | A3 |
And music ushered her and tongues were stayed | A3 |
And all hearts beat her beauty to behold | A3 |
But mute she comes and cold | A3 |
Borne on a bier apparelled in a shroud | A3 |
Daisies about her sprinkled and now bowed | A3 |
Is her lord's head and hushing upon all | R3 |
Thoughts of sorrow fall | R3 |
As the snow softly without any word | A3 |
And every breast is stirred | A3 |
With wonder in its weeping | H3 |
For by her sleeping side | A3 |
In that long sleep no morning shall divide | A3 |
Is Tristram sleeping | H3 |
Tristram who wept farewell and fled and swore | P3 |
That he would clasp his dear love never more | P3 |
And sailed far over sea | P3 |
Far from his bliss and shame | C |
And dreamed to die at peace in Brittany | P3 |
And to uncloud at last the glory of his name | C |
Yet lo with fingers clasping both are come | Q2 |
Come again home | D2 |
In all men's sight as when of old they came | C |
And Tristram led Isoult another's bride | A3 |
True to his vow but to his heart untrue | P3 |
And silver trumpets blew | P3 |
To greet them stepping o'er the flower strewn floor | P3 |
And King Mark smiled upon them and men cried | A3 |
On Tristram's name anew | P3 |
Tristram the king's strong champion and great pride | A3 |
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Silently gazing long | V3 |
On them that wrought him wrong | V3 |
Still stands the stricken king and to his eyes | L2 |
Such tears as old men weep yet shed not rise | L2 |
Lifting his head at last as from a trance he sighs | L2 |
Beautiful ever O Isoult wast thou | F2 |
And beautiful art thou now | F2 |
Though never again shall I reproaching thee | P3 |
Make thy proud head more beautiful to me | P3 |
But this is the last reproach and this the last | A3 |
Forgiveness that thou hast | A3 |
Lost is the lost Isoult and past the past | A3 |
O Tristram no more shalt thou need to hide | A3 |
Thy thought from my thought sitting at my side | A3 |
Nor need to wrestle sore | P3 |
With thy great love and with thy fix d oath | F3 |
For now Death leaves thee loyal unto both | F3 |
Even as thou wouldst have been for evermore | P3 |
Now after all thy pain thy brow looks glad | A3 |
But I lack all things that I ever had | A3 |
My wife my friend yea even my jealous rage | W3 |
And empty is the house of my old age | W3 |
Behold I have laboured all my days to part | A3 |
These two that were the dearest to my heart | A3 |
Isoult I would have fenced thee from men's sight | A3 |
My treasure that I found so very fair | P3 |
The treasure I had taken with a snare | P3 |
To keep thee mine this was my life's delight | A3 |
And now the end is come alone I stand | A3 |
And the hand that lies in thine is not my hand '' | - |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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