Ginevra Degli Amieri. A Story Of Old Florence. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFG HIBJK LMNOJPQRSKTUVTWXJ YBZA2B2C2D2 E2F2G2UH2RI2J2K2L2M2 N2A2 O2P2Q2VR2JP2S2T2R2RU 2V2 W2X2J2Y2JKZ2A3 BM2B3C3FFUE X2D3E3KCF3G3H3I3KP2Z J3K3F3L3BM3UX2N3O3P3 P3DQ3P3P3O2O2P3KR3 S3T3O2O2P3P3O2O2D2U3 V3W3P3P3D2 FP3P3X3Y3Z3A4B4P3F3U P3P3P3C4D4P3 P3P3P3KE4O2H2F4G4K D4P3H4FP3KI4O2P3J4 TK4P3P3P3P3P3 P3A3A3T3L4M4 N4P3O4 P3RP4P3F2P3Q4S2YR4S4 P3U T4U4P3P3DV4W4X4S2So it is come The doctor's glossy smile | A |
Deceives me not I saw him shake his head | B |
Whispering and heard poor Giulia sob without | C |
As slowly creaking he went down the stair | D |
Were they afraid that I should be afraid | E |
I who had died once and been laid in tomb | F |
They need not | G |
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Little one look not so pale | H |
I am not raving Ah you never heard | I |
The story Climb up there upon the bed | B |
Sit close and listen After this one day | J |
I shall not tell you stories any more | K |
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How old are you my rose What almost twelve | L |
Almost a woman Scarcely more than that | M |
Was your fair mother when she bore her bud | N |
And scarcely more was I when long years since | O |
I left my father's house a bride in May | J |
You know the house beside St Andrea's church | P |
Gloomy and rich which stands and seems to frown | Q |
On the Mercato humming at its base | R |
And hold on high out of the common reach | S |
The lilies and carved shields above its door | K |
And higher yet to catch and woo the sun | T |
A little loggia set against the sky | U |
That was my play place ever as a child | V |
And with me used to play a kinsman's son | T |
Antonio Rondinelli Ah dear days | W |
Two happy things we were with none to chide | X |
Or hint that life was anything but play | J |
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Sudden the play time ended All at once | Y |
You must be wed they told me What is wed | B |
I asked but with the word I bent my brow | Z |
Let them put on the garland smiled to see | A2 |
The glancing jewels tied about my neck | B2 |
And so half pleased half puzzled was led forth | C2 |
By my grave husband older than my sire | D2 |
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O the long years that followed It would seem | E2 |
That the sun never shone in all those years | F2 |
Or only with a sudden troubled glint | G2 |
Flashed on Antonio's curls as he went by | U |
Doffing his cap with eyes of wistful love | H2 |
Raised to my face my conscious woful face | R |
Were we so much to blame Our lives had twined | I2 |
Together none forbidding for so long | J2 |
They let our childish fingers drop the seed | K2 |
Unhindered which should ripen to tall grain | L2 |
They let the firm small roots tangle and grow | M2 |
Then rent them careless that it hurt the plant | N2 |
I loved Antonio and he loved me | A2 |
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Life was all shadow but it was not sin | O2 |
I loved Antonio but I kept me pure | P2 |
Not for my husband's sake but for the sake | Q2 |
Of him my first born child my little child | V |
Mine for a few short weeks whose touch whose look | R2 |
Thrilled all my soul and thrills it to this day | J |
I loved but hear me swear I kept me pure | P2 |
Remember that Madonna when I come | S2 |
Before thy throne to morrow Be not stern | T2 |
Or gaze upon me with reproachful look | R2 |
Making my little angel hide his face | R |
And weep while all the others turn glad eyes | U2 |
Rejoicing on their mothers | V2 |
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It was hard | W2 |
To sit in darkness while the rest had light | X2 |
To move to discords when the rest had song | J2 |
To be so young and never to have lived | Y2 |
I bore as women bear until one day | J |
Soul said to flesh This I endure no more | K |
And with the word uprose tore clay apart | Z2 |
And what was blank before grew blanker still | A3 |
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It was a fever so the leeches said | B |
I had been dead so long I did not know | M2 |
The difference or heed Oil on my breast | B3 |
The garments of the grave about me wrapped | C3 |
They bore me forth and laid me in the tomb | F |
The rich and beautiful and dreadful tomb | F |
Where all the buried Amteris lie | U |
Beneath the Duomo's black and towering shade | E |
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Open the curtain child Yes it is night | X2 |
It was night then when I awoke to feel | D3 |
That deadly chill and see by ghostly gleams | E3 |
Of moonlight creeping through the grated door | K |
The coffins of my fathers all about | C |
Strange hollow clamors rang and echoed back | F3 |
As struggling out of mine I dropped and fell | G3 |
With frantic strength I beat upon the grate | H3 |
It yielded to my touch Some careless hand | I3 |
Had left the bolt half slipped My father swore | K |
Afterward with a curse he would make sure | P2 |
Next time NEXT TIME That hurts me even now | Z |
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Dead or alive I issued scarce sure which | J3 |
High overhead Giotto's tower soared | K3 |
Behind the Duomo rose all white and black | F3 |
Then pealed a sudden jargoning of bells | L3 |
And down the darkling street I wildly fled | B |
Led by a little cold and wandering moon | M3 |
Which seemed as lonely and as lost as I | U |
I had no aim save to reach warmth and light | X2 |
And human touch but still my witless steps | N3 |
Led to my husband's door and there I stopped | O3 |
By instinct knocked and called | P3 |
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A window oped | P3 |
A voice t'was his demanded Who is there | D |
Tis I Ginevra Then I heard the tone | Q3 |
Change into horror and he prayed aloud | P3 |
And called upon the saints the while I urged | P3 |
O let me in Francesco let me in | O2 |
I am so cold so frightened let me in | O2 |
Then with a crash the window was shut fast | P3 |
And though I cried and beat upon the door | K |
And wailed aloud no other answer came | R3 |
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Weeping I turned away and feebly strove | S3 |
Down the hard distance towards my father's house | T3 |
They will have pity and will let me in | O2 |
I thought They loved me and will let me in | O2 |
Cowards At the high window overhead | P3 |
They stood and trembled while I plead and prayed | P3 |
I am your child Ginevra Let me in | O2 |
I am not dead In mercy let me in | O2 |
The holy saints forbid declared my sire | D2 |
My mother sobbed and vowed whole pounds of wax | U3 |
To St Eustachio would he but remove | V3 |
This fearful presence from her door Then sharp | W3 |
Came click of lock and a long tube was thrust | P3 |
From out the window and my brother cried | P3 |
Spirit or devil go or else I fire | D2 |
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Where should I go Back to the ghastly tomb | F |
And the cold coffined ones Up the long street | P3 |
Wringing my hands and sobbing low I went | P3 |
My feet were bare and bleeding from the stones | X3 |
My hands were bleeding too my hair hung loose | Y3 |
Over my shroud So wild and strange a shape | Z3 |
Saw never Florence since The people call | A4 |
That street through which I walked and wrung my hands | B4 |
Street of the Dead One even to this day | P3 |
The sleeping houses stood in midnight black | F3 |
And not a soul was in the streets but I | U |
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At last I saw a flickering point of light | P3 |
High overhead in a dim window set | P3 |
I had lain down to die but at the sight | P3 |
I rose crawled on and with expiring strength | C4 |
Knocked sank again and knew not even then | D4 |
It was Antonio's door by which I lay | P3 |
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A window opened and a voice called out | P3 |
Qui e I am Ginevra And I thought | P3 |
Now he will fall to trembling like the rest | P3 |
And bid me hence But lo a moment more | K |
The bolts were drawn and arms whose very touch | E4 |
Was life lifted and clasped and bore me in | O2 |
O ghost or angel of my buried love | H2 |
I know not care not which be welcome here | F4 |
Welcome thrice welcome to this heart of mine | G4 |
I heard him say and then I heard no more | K |
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It was high noontide when I woke again | D4 |
To hear fierce voices wrangling by my bed | P3 |
My father's and my husband's for with dawn | H4 |
Gathering up valor they had sought the tomb | F |
Had found me gone and tracked my bleeding feet | P3 |
Over the pavement to Antonio's door | K |
Dead they cared nothing living I was theirs | I4 |
Hot raged the quarrel then came Justice in | O2 |
And to the court we swept I in my shroud | P3 |
To try the cause | J4 |
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This was the verdict given | T |
A woman who has been to burial borne | K4 |
Made fast and left and locked in with the dead | P3 |
Who at her husband's door has stood and plead | P3 |
For entrance and has heard her prayer denied | P3 |
Who from her father's house is urged and chased | P3 |
Must be adjudged as dead in law and fact | P3 |
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The Court pronounces the defendant dead | P3 |
She can resume her former ties at will | A3 |
Or may renounce them if such be her will | A3 |
She is no more a daughter or a spouse | T3 |
Unless she choose and is set free to form | L4 |
New ties if so she choose | M4 |
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O blessed words | N4 |
That very day we knelt before the priest | P3 |
My love and I were wed and life began | O4 |
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Child of my child child of Antonio's child | P3 |
Bend down and let me kiss your wondering face | R |
'Tis a strange tale to tell a rose like you | P4 |
But time is brief and had I told you not | P3 |
Haply the story would have met your ears | F2 |
From them the Amieri my own blood | P3 |
Now turned to gall whose foul and bitter lips | Q4 |
Will wag with lies when once my lips are dumb | S2 |
Pardon me Virgin I was gentle once | Y |
And thou hast seen my wrongs Thou wilt forgive | R4 |
Now go my dearest When they wake thee up | S4 |
To tell thee I am dead be not too sad | P3 |
I who have died once do not fear to die | U |
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Sweet was that waking sweeter will be this | T4 |
Close to Heaven's gate my own Antonio sits | U4 |
Waiting and spite of all the Frati say | P3 |
I know I shall not stand long at that gate | P3 |
Or knock and be refused an entrance there | D |
For he will start up when lie hears my voice | V4 |
The saints will smile and he will open quick | W4 |
Only a night to part me from that joy | X4 |
Jesu Maria let the dawning come | S2 |
Susan Coolidge (sarah Chauncey Woolsey)
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