The Two Birth Nights Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF CCGG HHII JJBB CCKL MMNN BBEE OOBB HHHH

Bright glittering lights are gleaming in yonder mansion proudA
And within its walls are gathered a gemmed and jewelled crowdA
Robes of airy gauze and satin diamonds and rubies brightB
Rich festoons of glowing flowers truly tis a wondrous sightB
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Time and care and gold were lavished that it might be every wayC
The success of all the season brilliant fashionable gayC
Tis the birth night of the heiress of this splendor wealth and stateD
The sole child the only darling of a household of the greatD
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Now the strains of the fast galop on the perfumed air ariseE
Rosy cheeks are turning carmine brighter grow the brightest eyesE
As the whirling crowds of dancers pass again and yet againF
Girls coquettish silly women vapid and unmeaning menF
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Tis a scene to fill the thoughtful with a silent vague dismayC
And from its unholy magic we are fain to steal awayC
Out here in the quiet moonlight we may pause awhile and restG
Whilst the solemn stars of heaven bring back peace unto our breastG
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Soft who is the fair young being she who nightly joins us nowH
In a robe of airy lightness and with jewels on her browH
Fair as the most fair ideal dreaming poet e er inspiredI
Or as lover charmed by beauty ever worshipped and admiredI
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Strange what means that look so weary that long drawn and painful sighJ
And that gaze intense and yearning fixed upon the starlit skyJ
Is she not the child of fortune fortune s pet and darling brightB
Yes the beauteous courted heiress heroine of the gala nightB
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From the crowds of ardent lovers who would beset her wayC
Sickened by their whispered flatt ries she has coldly turned awayC
And as now the thrilling music falls upon her wearied earK
She cannot resist a shudder caused by mingled hate and fearL
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This is pleasure then she murmurs this is what the world calls blissM
Oh for objects less unworthy for a holier life than thisM
I am weary of its folly O Great Father grant my boonN
From its sinful silken meshes I pray Thee free me soonN
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Did He answer Now another year has passed with rapid flightB
O er the crowded silent city broods the spirit of the nightB
In the sick wards of the convent fever stricken gasping liesE
One with death s damps on his brow and its film o er his eyesE
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There beside him kneels a Sister in coarse dusky robe and veilO
And with gentle care she moistens those poor lips so dry and paleO
Now she whispers hope and courage now she tells of Heaven brightB
Thus it is the gentle heiress celebrates her next birth nightB
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Not a trace of weary languor rests upon that ivory browH
No vague sigh of restless yearning e er escapes her bosom nowH
Yet more fair and happy looks she in that simple garb I weenH
Than when robed in lace and jewels she was called a ballroom s queenH

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon



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