The Face At The Casement Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA CDDC EFGE HIIH JKKL MDDM NOON PQQP RSSR TGGT UDDU VGGV HLLH WGGW XDDX YZZYIf ever joy leave | A |
An abiding sting of sorrow | B |
So befell it on the morrow | B |
Of that May eve | A |
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The travelled sun dropped | C |
To the north west low and lower | D |
The pony's trot grew slower | D |
And then we stopped | C |
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This cosy house just by | E |
I must call at for a minute | F |
A sick man lies within it | G |
Who soon will die | E |
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He wished to marry me | H |
So I am bound when I drive near him | I |
To inquire if but to cheer him | I |
How he may be | H |
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A message was sent in | J |
And wordlessly we waited | K |
Till some one came and stated | K |
The bulletin | L |
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And that the sufferer said | M |
For her call no words could thank her | D |
As his angel he must rank her | D |
Till life's spark fled | M |
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Slowly we drove away | N |
When I turned my head although not | O |
Called why so I turned I know not | O |
Even to this day | N |
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And lo there in my view | P |
Pressed against an upper lattice | Q |
Was a white face gazing at us | Q |
As we withdrew | P |
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And well did I divine | R |
It to be the man's there dying | S |
Who but lately had been sighing | S |
For her pledged mine | R |
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Then I deigned a deed of hell | T |
It was done before I knew it | G |
What devil made me do it | G |
I cannot tell | T |
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Yes while he gazed above | U |
I put my arm about her | D |
That he might see nor doubt her | D |
My plighted Love | U |
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The pale face vanished quick | V |
As if blasted from the casement | G |
And my shame and self abasement | G |
Began their prick | V |
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And they prick on ceaselessly | H |
For that stab in Love's fierce fashion | L |
Which unfired by lover's passion | L |
Was foreign to me | H |
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She smiled at my caress | W |
But why came the soft embowment | G |
Of her shoulder at that moment | G |
She did not guess | W |
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Long long years has he lain | X |
In thy garth O sad Saint Cleather | D |
What tears there bared to weather | D |
Will cleanse that stain | X |
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Love is long suffering brave | Y |
Sweet prompt precious as a jewel | Z |
But O too Love is cruel | Z |
Cruel as the grave | Y |
Thomas Hardy
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