The Supplanter: A Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCDC A BEFEFE A GHIHIH E IJKKKK E LHMNMH E LKIKIK E OPKPKP E OQPQPQ I QKRKRK I QSISIS I TUKUKU I TCICIC I CKKKKK E CIKIKI E KQKQKQ E KIKIKI

IA
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He bends his travel tarnished feetB
nbsp nbsp nbsp To where she wastes in clayC
From day dawn until eve he faresD
nbsp nbsp nbsp Along the wintry wayC
From day dawn until eve repairsD
nbsp nbsp nbsp Unto her mound to prayC
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IIA
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Are these the gravestone shapes that meetB
nbsp nbsp nbsp My forward straining viewE
Or forms that cross a window blindF
nbsp nbsp nbsp In circle knot and queueE
Gay forms that cross and whirl and windF
nbsp nbsp nbsp To music throbbing throughE
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IIIA
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The Keeper of the Field of TombsG
nbsp nbsp nbsp Dwells by its gateway pierH
He celebrates with feast and danceI
nbsp nbsp nbsp His daughter's twentieth yearH
He celebrates with wine of FranceI
nbsp nbsp nbsp The birthday of his dearH
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IVE
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The gates are shut when evening gloomsI
nbsp nbsp nbsp Lay down your wreath sad wightJ
To morrow is a time more fitK
nbsp nbsp nbsp For placing flowers arightK
The morning is the time for itK
nbsp nbsp nbsp Come wake with us to nightK
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VE
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He grounds his wreath and enters inL
nbsp nbsp nbsp And sits and shares their cheerH
I fain would foot with you young manM
nbsp nbsp nbsp Before all others hereN
I fain would foot it for a spanM
nbsp nbsp nbsp With such a cavalierH
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VIE
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She coaxes clasps nor fails to winL
nbsp nbsp nbsp His first unwilling handK
The merry music strikes its stavesI
nbsp nbsp nbsp The dancers quickly bandK
And with the damsel of the gravesI
nbsp nbsp nbsp He duly takes his standK
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VIIE
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You dance divinely stranger swainO
nbsp nbsp nbsp Such grace I've never knownP
O longer stay Breathe not adieuK
nbsp nbsp nbsp And leave me here aloneP
O longer stay to her be trueK
nbsp nbsp nbsp Whose heart is all your ownP
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VIIIE
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I mark a phantom through the paneO
nbsp nbsp nbsp That beckons in despairQ
Its mouth all drawn with heavy moanP
nbsp nbsp nbsp Her to whom once I swareQ
Nay 'tis the lately carven stoneP
nbsp nbsp nbsp Of some strange girl laid thereQ
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IXI
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I see white flowers upon the floorQ
nbsp nbsp nbsp Betrodden to a clotK
My wreath were they Nay love me muchR
nbsp nbsp nbsp Swear you'll forget me notK
'Twas but a wreath Full many suchR
nbsp nbsp nbsp Are brought here and forgotK
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XI
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The watches of the night grow hoarQ
nbsp nbsp nbsp He rises ere the sunS
Now could I kill thee here he saysI
nbsp nbsp nbsp For winning me from oneS
Who ever in her living daysI
nbsp nbsp nbsp Was pure as cloistered nunS
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XII
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She cowers and he takes his trackT
nbsp nbsp nbsp Afar for many a mileU
For evermore to be apartK
nbsp nbsp nbsp From her who could beguileU
His senses by her burning heartK
nbsp nbsp nbsp And win his love awhileU
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XIII
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A year and he is travelling backT
nbsp nbsp nbsp To her who wastes in clayC
From day dawn until eve he faresI
nbsp nbsp nbsp Along the wintry wayC
From day dawn until eve repairsI
nbsp nbsp nbsp Unto her mound to prayC
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XIIII
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And there he sets him to fulfilC
nbsp nbsp nbsp His frustrate first intentK
And lay upon her bed at lastK
nbsp nbsp nbsp The offering earlier meantK
When on his stooping figure ghastK
nbsp nbsp nbsp And haggard eyes are bentK
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XIVE
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O surely for a little whileC
nbsp nbsp nbsp You can be kind to meI
For do you love her do you hateK
nbsp nbsp nbsp She knows not cares not sheI
Only the living feel the weightK
nbsp nbsp nbsp Of loveless miseryI
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XVE
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I own my sin I've paid its costK
nbsp nbsp nbsp Being outcast shamed and bareQ
I give you daily my whole heartK
nbsp nbsp nbsp Your babe my tender careQ
I pour you prayers and aye to partK
nbsp nbsp nbsp Is more than I can bearQ
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XVIE
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He turns unpitying passion tossedK
nbsp nbsp nbsp I know you not he criesI
Nor know your child I knew this maidK
nbsp nbsp nbsp But she's in ParadiseI
And swiftly in the winter shadeK
nbsp nbsp nbsp He breaks from her and fliesI

Thomas Hardy



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