The Sacrilege: (a Ballad-tragedy) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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PART I	A
	-
'I have a Love I love too well	B
Where Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor	C
I have a Love I love too well	B
To whom ere she was mine	D
'Such is my love for you ' I said	E
'That you shall have to hood your head	E
A silken kerchief crimson red	E
Wove finest of the fine '	-
	-
'And since this Love for one mad moon	F
On Exon Wild by Dunkery Tor	G
Since this my Love for one mad moon	F
Did clasp me as her king	H
I snatched a silk piece red and rare	I
From off a stall at Priddy Fair	I
For handkerchief to hood her hair	I
When we went gallanting	H
	-
'Full soon the four weeks neared their end	J
Where Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor	C
And when the four weeks neared their end	J
And their swift sweets outwore	C
I said 'What shall I do to own	K
Those beauties bright as tulips blown	K
And keep you here with me alone	K
As mine for evermore '	-
	-
'And as she drowsed within my van	L
On Exon Wild by Dunkery Tor	C
And as she drowsed within my van	L
And dawning turned to day	M
She heavily raised her sloe black eyes	N
And murmured back in softest wise	N
'One more thing and the charms you prize	N
Are yours henceforth for aye	A
	-
''And swear I will I'll never go	H
While Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor	C
To meet the Cornish Wrestler Joe	H
For dance and dallyings	N
If you'll to yon cathedral shrine	D
And finger from the chest divine	D
Treasure to buy me ear drops fine	D
And richly jewelled rings '	-
	-
'I said 'I am one who has gathered gear	C
From Marlbury Downs to Dunkery Tor	C
Who has gathered gear for many a year	C
From mansion mart and fair	C
But at God's house I've stayed my hand	O
Hearing within me some command	O
Curbed by a law not of the land	O
From doing damage there '	-
	-
'Whereat she pouts this Love of mine	D
As Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor	C
And still she pouts this Love of mine	D
So cityward I go	H
But ere I start to do the thing	H
And speed my souls imperilling	H
One who is my ravishing	H
And all the joy I know	H
	-
'I come to lay this charge on thee	P
On Exon Wild by Dunkery Tor	C
I come to lay this charge on thee	P
With solemn speech and sign	D
Should things go ill and my life pay	M
For botchery in this rash assay	P
You are to take hers likewise yea	M
The month the law takes mine	D
	-
'For should my rival Wrestler Joe	H
Where Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor	C
My reckless rival Wrestler Joe	H
My Love's possessor be	P
My tortured spirit would not rest	Q
But wander weary and distrest	Q
Throughout the world in wild protest	Q
The thought nigh maddens me '	-
	-
PART II	A
	-
Thus did he speak this brother of mine	D
On Exon Wild by Dunkery Tor	C
Born at my birth of mother of mine	D
And forthwith went his way	M
To dare the deed some coming night	Q
I kept the watch with shaking sight	Q
The moon at moments breaking bright	Q
At others glooming gray	M
	-
Three full days I heard no sound	Q
Where Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor	C
I heard no sound at all around	Q
Whether his fay prevailed	Q
Or one malign the master were	C
Till some afoot did tidings bear	C
How that for all his practised care	C
He had been caught and jailed	Q
	-
They had heard a crash when twelve had chimed	Q
By Mendip east of Dunkery Tor	C
When twelve had chimed and moonlight climbed	Q
They watched and he was tracked	Q
By arch and aisle and saint and knight	Q
Of sculptured stonework sheeted white	Q
In the cathedral's ghostly light	Q
And captured in the act	Q
	-
Yes for this Love he loved too well	B
Where Dunkery sights the Severn shore	C
All for this Love he loved too well	B
He burst the holy bars	N
Seized golden vessels from the chest	Q
To buy her ornaments of the best	Q
At her ill witchery's request	Q
And lure of eyes like stars	N
	-
When blustering March confused the sky	H
In Toneborough Town by Exon Moor	C
When blustering March confused the sky	H
They stretched him and he died	Q
Down in the crowd where I to see	P
The end of him stood silently	P
With a set face he lipped to me	P
'Remember ' 'Ay ' I cried	Q
	-
By night and day I shadowed her	C
From Toneborough Deane to Dunkery Tor	C
I shadowed her asleep astir	C
And yet I could not bear	C
Till Wrestler Joe anon began	L
To figure as her chosen man	L
And took her to his shining van	L
To doom a form so fair	C
	-
He made it handsome for her sake	H
And Dunkery smiled to Exon Moor	C
He made it handsome for her sake	H
Painting it out and in	R
And on the door of apple green	S
A bright brass knocker soon was seen	S
And window curtains white and clean	S
For her to sit within	R
	-
And all could see she clave to him	T
As cleaves a cloud to Dunkery Tor	C
Yea all could see she clave to him	T
And every day I said	Q
'A pity it seems to part those two	U
That hourly grow to love more true	U
Yet she's the wanton woman who	U
Sent one to swing till dead '	-
	-
That blew to blazing all my hate	Q
While Dunkery frowned on Exon Moor	C
And when the river swelled her fate	Q
Came to her pitilessly	P
I dogged her crying 'Across that plank	H
They use as bridge to reach yon bank	H
A coat and hat lie limp and dank	H
Your goodman's can they be '	-
	-
She paled and went I close behind	Q
And Exon frowned to Dunkery Tor	C
She went and I came up behind	Q
And tipped the plank that bore	C
Her fleetly flitting across to eye	H
What such might bode She slid awry	H
And from the current came a cry	H
A gurgle and no more	C
	-
How that befell no mortal knew	U
From Marlbury Downs to Exon Moor	C
No mortal knew that deed undue	U
But he who schemed the crime	V
Which night still covers But in dream	W
Those ropes of hair upon the stream	W
He sees and he will hear that scream	W
Until his judgment time	V

Thomas Hardy

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