How Love Looked For Hell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDED FFBGD D BBBEDHD IIBJD D EEBKD D LLBMD D AABN ND NNBODOD PPQRD D S QTD D EEQUDUD H QVD D WWQXD D YY ZD D QQQODOD A2| To heal his heart of long time pain | A |
| One day Prince Love for to travel was fain | A |
| With Ministers Mind and Sense | B |
| 'Now what to thee most strange may be ' | C |
| Quoth Mind and Sense 'All things above | D |
| One curious thing I first would see | E |
| Hell ' quoth Love | D |
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| Then Mind rode in and Sense rode out | F |
| They searched the ways of man about | F |
| First frightfully groaneth Sense | B |
| ''Tis here 'tis here ' and spurreth in fear | G |
| To the top of the hill that hangeth above | D |
| And plucketh the Prince 'Come come 'tis here ' | - |
| 'Where ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'Not far not far ' said shivering Sense | B |
| As they rode on 'A short way hence | B |
| But seventy paces hence | B |
| Look King dost see where suddenly | E |
| This road doth dip from the height above | D |
| Cold blew a mouldy wind by me' | H |
| 'Cold ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'As I rode down and the River was black | I |
| And yon side lo an endless wrack | I |
| And rabble of souls ' sighed Sense | B |
| 'Their eyes upturned and begged and burned | J |
| In brimstone lakes and a Hand above | D |
| Beat back the hands that upward yearned ' | - |
| 'Nay ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'Yea yea sweet Prince thyself shalt see | E |
| Wilt thou but down this slope with me | E |
| 'Tis palpable ' whispered Sense | B |
| At the foot of the hill a living rill | K |
| Shone and the lilies shone white above | D |
| 'But now 'twas black 'twas a river this rill ' | - |
| 'Black ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'Ay black but lo the lilies grow | L |
| And yon side where was woe was woe | L |
| Where the rabble of souls ' cried Sense | B |
| 'Did shrivel and turn and beg and burn | M |
| Thrust back in the brimstone from above | D |
| Is banked of violet rose and fern ' | - |
| 'How ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'For lakes of pain yon pleasant plain | A |
| Of woods and grass and yellow grain | A |
| Doth ravish the soul and sense | B |
| And never a sigh beneath the sky | N |
| And folk that smile and gaze above ' | - |
| 'But saw'st thou here with thine own eye | N |
| Hell ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'I saw true hell with mine own eye | N |
| True hell or light hath told a lie | N |
| True verily ' quoth stout Sense | B |
| Then Love rode round and searched the ground | O |
| The caves below the hills above | D |
| 'But I cannot find where thou hast found | O |
| Hell ' quoth Love | D |
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| There while they stood in a green wood | P |
| And marvelled still on Ill and Good | P |
| Came suddenly Minister Mind | Q |
| 'In the heart of sin doth hell begin | R |
| 'Tis not below 'tis not above | D |
| It lieth within it lieth within ' | - |
| 'Where ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'I saw a man sit by a corse | S |
| 'Hell's in the murderer's breast remorse ' | - |
| Thus clamored his mind to his mind | Q |
| Not fleshly dole is the sinner's goal | T |
| Hell's not below nor yet above | D |
| 'Tis fixed in the ever damned soul ' | - |
| 'Fixed ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'Fixed follow me would'st thou but see | E |
| He weepeth under yon willow tree | E |
| Fast chained to his corse ' quoth Mind | Q |
| Full soon they passed for they rode fast | U |
| Where the piteous willow bent above | D |
| 'Now shall I see at last at last | U |
| Hell ' quoth Love | D |
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| There when they came Mind suffered shame | H |
| 'These be the same and not the same ' | - |
| A wondering whispered Mind | Q |
| Lo face by face two spirits pace | V |
| Where the blissful willow waves above | D |
| One saith 'Do me a friendly grace ' | - |
| 'Grace ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'Read me two Dreams that linger long | W |
| Dim as returns of old time song | W |
| That flicker about the mind | Q |
| I dreamed how deep in mortal sleep | X |
| I struck thee dead then stood above | D |
| With tears that none but dreamers weep ' | - |
| 'Dreams ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'In dreams again I plucked a flower | Y |
| That clung with pain and stung with power | Y |
| Yea nettled me body and mind ' | - |
| ''Twas the nettle of sin 'twas medicine | Z |
| No need nor seed of it here Above | D |
| In dreams of hate true loves begin ' | - |
| 'True ' quoth Love | D |
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| 'Now strange ' quoth Sense and 'Strange ' quoth Mind | Q |
| 'We saw it and yet 'tis hard to find | Q |
| But we saw it ' quoth Sense and Mind | Q |
| Stretched on the ground beautiful crowned | O |
| Of the piteous willow that wreathed above | D |
| 'But I cannot find where ye have found | O |
| Hell ' quoth Love | D |
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| Baltimore | A2 |
Sidney Lanier
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