The Red Mist Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEGHIHGJKJG LMLMNONOPQPQRSRSTUTU VWVWXYXYZPZPA2UA2UB2 GB2C2D2ID2IYGYE| SHE thinks aloud as she sits alone | A |
| And the magpies call in the evening grey | B |
| Oh sorrow to her with the heart of stone | A |
| Who stole my lover away away | B |
| There is no peace in the light of the moon | C |
| And little enough in the shine of the sun | D |
| And it's grieving and grieving that darkens the noon | C |
| And troubles me sore till the salt tears run | D |
| There's Joyce with the red cheeks says to me | E |
| Herself as gay as a crowned young queen | F |
| 'It's pale you are and it's sick maybe | E |
| And what is it ails your heart Noreen ' | G |
| At that I say with a laugh in my voice | H |
| For grief is an ill dark thing to show | I |
| 'It's you with your tricks and your capers Joyce | H |
| And the imp in your eyes that makes me so ' | G |
| There's one and another from near and far | J |
| Who come with their kind sweet neighbour speech | K |
| 'It's sick you look and it's pale you are | J |
| And what have you done with your bloom of the peach ' | G |
| I sit and listen but may not tell | L |
| As an actor plays I play my part | M |
| It's little they'd care as my heart knows well | L |
| If they but knew the hurt of my heart | M |
| And even Joyce who is kind as kind | N |
| Would make a jest of my pain perchance | O |
| For a feather afloat on an idle wind | N |
| Means more to the world than a spoiled romance | O |
| If I were a man I would do so much | P |
| Be brave make light of my weight of care | Q |
| Bring ease to my mind with a master touch | P |
| And find fit food for my heart elsewhere | Q |
| Yet soft and shy as a cooing dove | R |
| For that he thought me and thinks me yet | S |
| I cannot rest for remembering love | R |
| Nor dream of a time when I may forget | S |
| I think of his kisses that warmed like wine | T |
| When the low night winds in the pine trees played | U |
| And the lilies white in the white moonshine | T |
| A startling light in the garden made | U |
| I think of his voice in those honeyed hours | V |
| And wonder if words are flowers sometimes | W |
| All scent and colour are chiming flowers | V |
| That thrill the blood with their magic chimes | W |
| And then the thought of the Other comes | X |
| Her wiles and wonder and luring lies | Y |
| And the blood in my ears is a throb of drums | X |
| And a red mist glimmers before my eyes | Y |
| And I go to the place where the thing lies hid | Z |
| And its blade takes fire at my burning touch | P |
| And I say to myself 'If the world were rid | Z |
| Of three lives more would it matter much | P |
| 'Would it matter much in the big world's sight | A2 |
| If the sorry farce to the end were played | U |
| And three ghosts trod through the Outer Night | A2 |
| The Loved the Lover the Love Betrayed | U |
| 'If one that suffers and two that sing | B2 |
| Were made cold clay were it well or ill ' | G |
| And I grasp the haft of the jewelled thing | B2 |
| And stand in the lamplight pale and still | C2 |
| And then I shudder and sob and sink | D2 |
| And lie eyes hid with the light turned low | I |
| Like one who stands on an awful brink | D2 |
| Wild eyed and trembling and breathing slow | I |
| And then comes Joyce with her joyous cries | Y |
| 'Come out in the night come dance with me ' | G |
| And I smooth my hair and I soothe my eyes | Y |
| But I know what the end of it all shall be | E |
Roderic Quinn
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