Honeymoon Time At An Inn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDAB EFFGEF BFHDBF DICFDI JDIFJD FDDFFD FFDDFF FFIIFF| At the shiver of morning a little before the false dawn | A |
| The moon was at the window square | B |
| Deedily brooding in deformed decay | C |
| The curve hewn off her cheek as by an adze | D |
| At the shiver of morning a little before the false dawn | A |
| So the moon looked in there | B |
| - | |
| Her speechless eyeing reached across the chamber | E |
| Where lay two souls opprest | F |
| One a white lady sighing Why am I sad | F |
| To him who sighed back Sad my Love am I | G |
| And speechlessly the old moon conned the chamber | E |
| And these two reft of rest | F |
| - | |
| While their large pupilled vision swept the scene there | B |
| Nought seeming imminent | F |
| Something fell sheer and crashed and from the floor | H |
| Lay glittering at the pair with a shattered gaze | D |
| While their large pupilled vision swept the scene there | B |
| And the many eyed thing outleant | F |
| - | |
| With a start they saw that it was an old time pier glass | D |
| Which had stood on the mantel near | I |
| Its silvering blemished yes as if worn away | C |
| By the eyes of the countless dead who had smirked at it | F |
| Ere these two ever knew that old time pier glass | D |
| And its vague and vacant leer | I |
| - | |
| As he looked his bride like a moth skimmed forth and kneeling | J |
| Quick with quivering sighs | D |
| Gathered the pieces under the moon's sly ray | I |
| Unwitting as an automaton what she did | F |
| Till he entreated hasting to where she was kneeling | J |
| Let it stay where it lies | D |
| - | |
| Long years of sorrow this means breathed the lady | F |
| As they retired Alas | D |
| And she lifted one pale hand across her eyes | D |
| Don't trouble Love it's nothing the bridegroom said | F |
| Long years of sorrow for us murmured the lady | F |
| Or ever this evil pass | D |
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| And the Spirits Ironic laughed behind the wainscot | F |
| And the Spirits of Pity sighed | F |
| It's good said the Spirits Ironic to tickle their minds | D |
| With a portent of their wedlock's after grinds | D |
| And the Spirits of Pity sighed behind the wainscot | F |
| It's a portent we cannot abide | F |
| - | |
| More what shall happen to prove the truth of the portent | F |
| Oh in brief they will fade till old | F |
| And their loves grow numbed ere death by the cark of care | I |
| But nought see we that asks for portents there | I |
| 'Tis the lot of all Well no less true is a portent | F |
| That it fits all mortal mould | F |
Thomas Hardy
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