Baby Bell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDEFDGHHIJKKKJBK A LKKLBMMBKKBK A BLKLKNNKOOPQQPKRSKKT UT NVWVBXXBYKKYVZZV A2B2KB2K K KBC2BTKKT D2D2 BKB E2KBKF2F2ZHKBK

IA
-
Have you not heard the poets tellB
How came the dainty Baby BellB
Into this world of oursC
The gates of heaven were left ajarD
With folded hands and dreamy eyesE
Wandering out of ParadiseF
She saw this planet like a starD
Hung in the glistening depths of evenG
Its bridges running to and froH
O'er which the white winged Angels goH
Bearing the holy Dead to heavenI
She touched a bridge of flowers those feetJ
So light they did not bend the bellsK
Of the celestial asphodelsK
They fell like dew upon the flowersK
Then all the air grew strangely sweetJ
And thus came dainty Baby BellB
Into this world of oursK
-
IIA
-
She came and brought delicious MayL
The swallows built beneath the eavesK
Like sunlight in and out the leavesK
The robins went the livelong dayL
The lily swung its noiseless bellB
And on the porch the slender vineM
Held out its cups of fairy wineM
How tenderly the twilights fellB
Oh earth was full of singing birdsK
And opening springtide flowersK
When the dainty Baby BellB
Came to this world of oursK
-
IIIA
-
O Baby dainty Baby BellB
How fair she grew from day to dayL
What woman nature filled her eyesK
What poetry within them layL
Those deep and tender twilight eyesK
So full of meaning pure and brightN
As if she yet stood in the lightN
Of those oped gates of ParadiseK
And so we loved her more and moreO
Ah never in our hearts beforeO
Was love so lovely bornP
We felt we had a link betweenQ
This real world and that unseenQ
The land beyond the mornP
And for the love of those dear eyesK
For love of her whom God led forthR
The mother's being ceased on earthS
When Baby came from ParadiseK
For love of Him who smote our livesK
And woke the chords of joy and painT
We said Dear Christ our hearts bowed downU
Like violets after rainT
-
IV-
-
And now the orchards which were whiteN
And pink with blossoms when she cameV
Were rich in autumn's mellow primeW
The clustered apples burnt like flameV
The folded chestnut burst its shellB
The grapes hung purpling range on rangeX
And time wrought just as rich a changeX
In little Baby BellB
Her lissome form more perfect grewY
And in her features we could traceK
In softened curves her mother's faceK
Her angel nature ripened tooY
We thought her lovely when she cameV
But she was holy saintly nowZ
Around her pale angelic browZ
We saw a slender ring of flameV
-
V-
-
God's hand had taken away the sealA2
That held the portals of her speechB2
And oft she said a few strange wordsK
Whose meaning lay beyond our reachB2
She never was a child to usK
We never held her being's key-
We could not teach her holy thingsK
Who was Christ's self in purity-
-
VI-
-
It came upon us by degreesK
We saw its shadow ere it fellB
The knowledge that our God had sentC2
His messenger for Baby BellB
We shuddered with unlanguaged painT
And all our hopes were changed to fearsK
And all our thoughts ran into tearsK
Like sunshine into rainT
We cried aloud in our belief-
'Oh smite us gently gently GodD2
Teach us to bend and kiss the rodD2
And perfect grow through grief '-
Ah how we loved her God can tellB
Her heart was folded deep in oursK
Our hearts are broken Baby BellB
-
VII-
-
At last he came the messengerE2
The messenger from unseen landsK
And what did dainty Baby BellB
She only crossed her little handsK
She only looked more meek and fairF2
We parted back her silken hairF2
We wove the roses round her browZ
White buds the summer's drifted snowH
Wrapped her from head to foot in flowersK
And thus went dainty Baby BellB
Out of this world of oursK

Thomas Bailey Aldrich



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about Baby Bell poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 3 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets