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 QQQODO'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 ' | - |
Sidney Lanier
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