The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans - The Third Book Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The Maiden musing on the Warrior's wordsA
Turn'd from the Hall of Glory Now they reach'dB
A cavern at whose mouth a Genius stoodC
In front a beardless youth whose smiling eyeD
Beam'd promise but behind withered and oldE
And all unlovely Underneath his feetF
Lay records trampled and the laurel wreathG
Now rent and faded in his hand he heldH
An hour glass and as fall the restless sandsI
So pass the lives of men By him they pastJ
Along the darksome cave and reach'd a streamK
Still rolling onward its perpetual wavesL
Noiseless and undisturbed Here they ascendM
A Bark unpiloted that down the floodN
Borne by the current rush'd The circling streamK
Returning to itself an island form'dO
Nor had the Maiden's footsteps ever reach'dB
The insulated coast eternallyP
Rapt round the endless course but TheodoreQ
Drove with an angel's will the obedient barkR
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They land a mighty fabric meets their eyesS
Seen by its gem born light Of adamantT
The pile was framed for ever to abideU
Firm in eternal strength Before the gateV
Stood eager EXPECTATION as to listW
The half heard murmurs issuing from withinX
Her mouth half open'd and her head stretch'd forthY
On the other side there stood an aged CroneZ
Listening to every breath of air she knewA2
Vague suppositions and uncertain dreamsB2
Of what was soon to come for she would markR
The paley glow worm's self created lightC2
And argue thence of kingdoms overthrownZ
And desolated nations ever fill'dD2
With undetermin'd terror as she heardE2
Or distant screech owl or the regular beatF
Of evening death watchF2
'Maid ' the Spirit criedU
Here robed in shadows dwells FUTURITYU
There is no eye hath seen her secret formG2
For round the MOTHER OF TIME unpierced mistsH2
Aye hover Would'st thou read the book of FateU
Enter '-
The Damsel for a moment paus'dU
Then to the Angel spake 'All gracious HeavenI2
Benignant in withholding hath deniedU
To man that knowledge I in faith assuredU
That he my heavenly Father for the bestU
Ordaineth all things in that faith remainJ2
Contented '-
'Well and wisely hast thou saidU
So Theodore replied 'and now O MaidU
Is there amid this boundless universeK2
One whom thy soul would visit is there placeL2
To memory dear or visioned out by hopeM2
Where thou would'st now be present form the wishN2
And I am with thee there '-
His closing speechO2
Yet sounded on her ear and lo they stoodU
Swift as the sudden thought that guided themP2
Within the little cottage that she lovedU
'He sleeps the good man sleeps ' enrapt she criedU
As bending o'er her Uncle's lowly bedU
Her eye retraced his features 'See the beadsQ2
That never morn nor night he fails to tellR2
Remembering me his child in every prayerS2
Oh quiet be thy sleep thou dear old manT2
Good Angels guard thy rest and when thine hourU2
Is come as gently mayest thou wake to lifeV2
As when thro' yonder lattice the next sunI2
Shall bid thee to thy morning orisonsQ2
Thy voice is heard the Angel guide rejoin'dU
He sees thee in his dreams he hears thee breatheW2
Blessings and pleasant is the good man's restU
Thy fame has reached him for who has not heardU
Thy wonderous exploits and his aged heartU
Hath felt the deepest joy that ever yetU
Made his glad blood flow fast Sleep on old ClaudeU
Peaceful pure Spirit be thy sojourn hereX2
And short and soon thy passage to that worldU
Where friends shall part no moreQ
'Does thy soul ownZ
No other wish or sleeps poor MadelonY2
Forgotten in her grave seest thou yon star '-
The Spirit pursued regardless of her eyeD
That look'd reproach 'seest thou that evening starZ2
Whose lovely light so often we beheldU
From yonder woodbine porch how have we gazedU
Into the dark deep sky till the baffled soulA3
Lost in the infinite returned and feltU
The burthen of her bodily load and yearnedU
For freedom Maid in yonder evening slarZ2
Lives thy departed friend I read that glanceQ2
And we are there '-
He said and they had pastU
The immeasurable spaceQ2
Then on her earZ2
The lonely song of adoration roseQ2
Sweet as the cloister'd virgins vesper hymnB3
Whose spirit happily dead to earthly hopesQ2
Already lives in Heaven Abrupt the songC3
Ceas'd tremulous and quick a cryZ2
Of joyful wonder rous'd the astonish'd MaidU
And instant Madelon was in her armsQ2
No airy form no unsubstantial shapeD3
She felt her friend she prest her to her heartU
Their tears of rapture mingledU
She drew backE3
And eagerly she gazed on MadelonY2
Then fell upon her neck again and weptU
No more she saw the long drawn lines of griefF3
The emaciate form the hue of sicklinessQ2
The languid eye youth's loveliest freshness nowG3
Mantled her cheek whose every lineamentU
Bespake the soul at rest a holy calmH3
A deep and full tranquillity of blissQ2
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'Thou then art come my first and dearest friend '-
The well known voice of Madelon beganT2
'Thou then art come and was thy pilgrimageI3
So short on earth and was it painful tooU
Painful and short as mine but blessed theyJ3
Who from the crimes and miseries of the worldU
Early escape '-
'Nay ' Theodore repliedU
She hath not yet fulfill'd her mortal workK3
Permitted visitant from earth she comesQ2
To see the seat of rest and oftentimesQ2
In sorrow shall her soul remember thisQ2
And patient of the transitory woeL3
Partake the anticipated peace again '-
'Soon be that work perform'd ' the Maid exclaimedU
'O Madelon O Theodore my soulA3
Spurning the cold communion of the worldU
Will dwell with you but I shall patientlyP
Yea even with joy endure the allotted illsQ2
Of which the memory in this better stateU
Shall heighten bliss That hour of agonyP
When Madelon I felt thy dying graspM3
And from thy forehead wiped the dews of deathN3
The very horrors of that hour assumeO3
A shape that now delights '-
'O earliest friendU
I too remember ' Madelon repliedU
'That hour thy looks of watchful agonyP
The suppressed grief that struggled in thine eyeZ2
Endearing love's last kindness Thou didst knowL3
With what a deep and melancholy joyP3
I felt the hour draw on but who can speakQ3
The unutterable transport when mine eyesQ2
As from a long and dreary dream unclosedU
Amid this peaceful vale unclos'd on himB3
My Arnaud he had built me up a bowerZ2
A bower of rest See Maiden where he comesQ2
His manly lineaments his beaming eyeZ2
The same but now a holier innocenceQ2
Sits on his cheek and loftier thoughts illumeB3
The enlighten'd glance '-
They met what joy was theirsQ2
He best can feel who for a dear friend deadU
Has wet the midnight pillow with his tearsQ2
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Fair was the scene around an ample valeR3
Whose mountain circle at the distant vergeS3
Lay softened on the sight the near ascentU
Rose bolder up in part abrupt and bareZ2
Part with the ancient majesty of woodsQ2
Adorn'd or lifting high its rocks sublimeB3
The river's liquid radiance roll'd beneathG
Beside the bower of Madelon it woundU
A broken stream whose shallows tho' the wavesQ2
Roll'd on their way with rapid melodyU
A child might tread Behind an orange groveT3
Its gay green foliage starr'd with golden fruitU
But with what odours did their blossoms loadU
The passing gale of eve less thrilling sweetU
Rose from the marble's perforated floorZ2
Where kneeling at her prayers the Moorish queenU3
Inhaled the cool delight and whilst she askedU
The Prophet for his promised paradiseQ2
Shaped from the present scene its utmost joysQ2
A goodly scene fair as that faery landU
Where Arthur lives by ministering spirits borneV3
From Camlan's bloody banks or as the grovesQ2
Of earliest Eden where so legends sayJ3
Enoch abides and he who rapt awayJ3
By fiery steeds and chariotted in fireZ2
Past in his mortal form the eternal waysQ2
And John beloved of Christ enjoying thereZ2
The beatific vision sometimes seenU3
The distant dawning of eternal dayJ3
Till all things be fulfilledU
'Survey this scene '-
So Theodore address'd the Maid of ArcR
'There is no evil here no wretchednessQ2
It is the HeaveW3

Robert Southey



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