Ginevra Degli Amieri. A Story Of Old Florence. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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So it is come The doctor's glossy smileA
Deceives me not I saw him shake his headB
Whispering and heard poor Giulia sob withoutC
As slowly creaking he went down the stairD
Were they afraid that I should be afraidE
I who had died once and been laid in tombF
They need notG
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Little one look not so paleH
I am not raving Ah you never heardI
The story Climb up there upon the bedB
Sit close and listen After this one dayJ
I shall not tell you stories any moreK
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How old are you my rose What almost twelveL
Almost a woman Scarcely more than thatM
Was your fair mother when she bore her budN
And scarcely more was I when long years sinceO
I left my father's house a bride in MayJ
You know the house beside St Andrea's churchP
Gloomy and rich which stands and seems to frownQ
On the Mercato humming at its baseR
And hold on high out of the common reachS
The lilies and carved shields above its doorK
And higher yet to catch and woo the sunT
A little loggia set against the skyU
That was my play place ever as a childV
And with me used to play a kinsman's sonT
Antonio Rondinelli Ah dear daysW
Two happy things we were with none to chideX
Or hint that life was anything but playJ
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Sudden the play time ended All at onceY
You must be wed they told me What is wedB
I asked but with the word I bent my browZ
Let them put on the garland smiled to seeA2
The glancing jewels tied about my neckB2
And so half pleased half puzzled was led forthC2
By my grave husband older than my sireD2
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O the long years that followed It would seemE2
That the sun never shone in all those yearsF2
Or only with a sudden troubled glintG2
Flashed on Antonio's curls as he went byU
Doffing his cap with eyes of wistful loveH2
Raised to my face my conscious woful faceR
Were we so much to blame Our lives had twinedI2
Together none forbidding for so longJ2
They let our childish fingers drop the seedK2
Unhindered which should ripen to tall grainL2
They let the firm small roots tangle and growM2
Then rent them careless that it hurt the plantN2
I loved Antonio and he loved meA2
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Life was all shadow but it was not sinO2
I loved Antonio but I kept me pureP2
Not for my husband's sake but for the sakeQ2
Of him my first born child my little childV
Mine for a few short weeks whose touch whose lookR2
Thrilled all my soul and thrills it to this dayJ
I loved but hear me swear I kept me pureP2
Remember that Madonna when I comeS2
Before thy throne to morrow Be not sternT2
Or gaze upon me with reproachful lookR2
Making my little angel hide his faceR
And weep while all the others turn glad eyesU2
Rejoicing on their mothersV2
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It was hardW2
To sit in darkness while the rest had lightX2
To move to discords when the rest had songJ2
To be so young and never to have livedY2
I bore as women bear until one dayJ
Soul said to flesh This I endure no moreK
And with the word uprose tore clay apartZ2
And what was blank before grew blanker stillA3
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It was a fever so the leeches saidB
I had been dead so long I did not knowM2
The difference or heed Oil on my breastB3
The garments of the grave about me wrappedC3
They bore me forth and laid me in the tombF
The rich and beautiful and dreadful tombF
Where all the buried Amteris lieU
Beneath the Duomo's black and towering shadeE
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Open the curtain child Yes it is nightX2
It was night then when I awoke to feelD3
That deadly chill and see by ghostly gleamsE3
Of moonlight creeping through the grated doorK
The coffins of my fathers all aboutC
Strange hollow clamors rang and echoed backF3
As struggling out of mine I dropped and fellG3
With frantic strength I beat upon the grateH3
It yielded to my touch Some careless handI3
Had left the bolt half slipped My father sworeK
Afterward with a curse he would make sureP2
Next time NEXT TIME That hurts me even nowZ
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Dead or alive I issued scarce sure whichJ3
High overhead Giotto's tower soaredK3
Behind the Duomo rose all white and blackF3
Then pealed a sudden jargoning of bellsL3
And down the darkling street I wildly fledB
Led by a little cold and wandering moonM3
Which seemed as lonely and as lost as IU
I had no aim save to reach warmth and lightX2
And human touch but still my witless stepsN3
Led to my husband's door and there I stoppedO3
By instinct knocked and calledP3
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A window opedP3
A voice t'was his demanded Who is thereD
Tis I Ginevra Then I heard the toneQ3
Change into horror and he prayed aloudP3
And called upon the saints the while I urgedP3
O let me in Francesco let me inO2
I am so cold so frightened let me inO2
Then with a crash the window was shut fastP3
And though I cried and beat upon the doorK
And wailed aloud no other answer cameR3
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Weeping I turned away and feebly stroveS3
Down the hard distance towards my father's houseT3
They will have pity and will let me inO2
I thought They loved me and will let me inO2
Cowards At the high window overheadP3
They stood and trembled while I plead and prayedP3
I am your child Ginevra Let me inO2
I am not dead In mercy let me inO2
The holy saints forbid declared my sireD2
My mother sobbed and vowed whole pounds of waxU3
To St Eustachio would he but removeV3
This fearful presence from her door Then sharpW3
Came click of lock and a long tube was thrustP3
From out the window and my brother criedP3
Spirit or devil go or else I fireD2
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Where should I go Back to the ghastly tombF
And the cold coffined ones Up the long streetP3
Wringing my hands and sobbing low I wentP3
My feet were bare and bleeding from the stonesX3
My hands were bleeding too my hair hung looseY3
Over my shroud So wild and strange a shapeZ3
Saw never Florence since The people callA4
That street through which I walked and wrung my handsB4
Street of the Dead One even to this dayP3
The sleeping houses stood in midnight blackF3
And not a soul was in the streets but IU
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At last I saw a flickering point of lightP3
High overhead in a dim window setP3
I had lain down to die but at the sightP3
I rose crawled on and with expiring strengthC4
Knocked sank again and knew not even thenD4
It was Antonio's door by which I layP3
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A window opened and a voice called outP3
Qui e I am Ginevra And I thoughtP3
Now he will fall to trembling like the restP3
And bid me hence But lo a moment moreK
The bolts were drawn and arms whose very touchE4
Was life lifted and clasped and bore me inO2
O ghost or angel of my buried loveH2
I know not care not which be welcome hereF4
Welcome thrice welcome to this heart of mineG4
I heard him say and then I heard no moreK
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It was high noontide when I woke againD4
To hear fierce voices wrangling by my bedP3
My father's and my husband's for with dawnH4
Gathering up valor they had sought the tombF
Had found me gone and tracked my bleeding feetP3
Over the pavement to Antonio's doorK
Dead they cared nothing living I was theirsI4
Hot raged the quarrel then came Justice inO2
And to the court we swept I in my shroudP3
To try the causeJ4
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This was the verdict givenT
A woman who has been to burial borneK4
Made fast and left and locked in with the deadP3
Who at her husband's door has stood and pleadP3
For entrance and has heard her prayer deniedP3
Who from her father's house is urged and chasedP3
Must be adjudged as dead in law and factP3
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The Court pronounces the defendant deadP3
She can resume her former ties at willA3
Or may renounce them if such be her willA3
She is no more a daughter or a spouseT3
Unless she choose and is set free to formL4
New ties if so she chooseM4
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O blessed wordsN4
That very day we knelt before the priestP3
My love and I were wed and life beganO4
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Child of my child child of Antonio's childP3
Bend down and let me kiss your wondering faceR
'Tis a strange tale to tell a rose like youP4
But time is brief and had I told you notP3
Haply the story would have met your earsF2
From them the Amieri my own bloodP3
Now turned to gall whose foul and bitter lipsQ4
Will wag with lies when once my lips are dumbS2
Pardon me Virgin I was gentle onceY
And thou hast seen my wrongs Thou wilt forgiveR4
Now go my dearest When they wake thee upS4
To tell thee I am dead be not too sadP3
I who have died once do not fear to dieU
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Sweet was that waking sweeter will be thisT4
Close to Heaven's gate my own Antonio sitsU4
Waiting and spite of all the Frati sayP3
I know I shall not stand long at that gateP3
Or knock and be refused an entrance thereD
For he will start up when lie hears my voiceV4
The saints will smile and he will open quickW4
Only a night to part me from that joyX4
Jesu Maria let the dawning comeS2

Susan Coolidge (sarah Chauncey Woolsey)



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