Heiress And Architect Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBB AADEEED FDDEE GGEHHHE EIIEE JJFEEEF KEEKK LLMNNNM OPPOO EEQEEEQ

For A W BA
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SHE sought the Studios beckoning to her sideB
An arch designer for she planned to buildC
He was of wise contrivance deeply skilledC
In every intervolve of high and wideB
Well fit to be her guideB
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Whatever it beA
Responded heA
With cold clear voice and cold clear viewD
In true accord with prudent fashioningsE
For such vicissitudes as living bringsE
And thwarting not the law of stable thingsE
That will I doD
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Shape me she said high walls with traceryF
And open ogive work that scent and hueD
Of buds and travelling bees may come in throughD
The note of birds and singings of the seaE
For these are much to meE
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An idle whimG
Broke forth from himG
Whom nought could warm to gallantriesE
Cede all these buds and birds the zephyr's callH
And scents and hues and things that falter allH
And choose as best the close and surly wallH
For winter's freezeE
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Then frame she cried wide fronts of crystal glassE
That I may show my laughter and my lightI
Light like the sun's by day the stars' by nightI
Till rival heart queens envying wail 'AlasE
Her glory ' as they passE
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O maid misledJ
He sternly saidJ
Whose facile foresight pierced her direF
Where shall abide the soul when sick of gleeE
It shrinks and hides and prays no eye may seeE
Those house them best who house for secrecyE
For you will tireF
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A little chamber then with swan and doveK
Ranged thickly and engrailed with rare deviceE
Of reds and purples for a ParadiseE
Wherein my Love may greet me I my LoveK
When he shall know thereofK
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This too is illL
He answered stillL
The man who swayed her like a shadeM
An hour will come when sight of such sweet nookN
Would bring a bitterness too sharp to brookN
When brighter eyes have won away his lookN
For you will fadeM
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Then said she faintly O contrive some wayO
Some narrow winding turret quite mine ownP
To reach a loft where I may grieve aloneP
It is a slight thing hence do not I prayO
This last dear fancy slayO
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Such winding waysE
Fit not your daysE
Said he the man of measuring eyeQ
I must even fashion as my rule declaresE
To wit Give space since life ends unawaresE
To hale a coffined corpse adown the stairsE
For you will dieQ

Thomas Hardy



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Grant Hildebrand: In spite of the dim aspect so typical of Hardy, the heiress's desires are exquisite,
an extraordinarily rich array of architectural ideas -- beautiful!
 

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