A Sicilian Idyll Poem Rhyme Scheme

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A Sicilian Idyll Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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First Scene Damon	A
I thank thee no	B
Already have I drunk a bowl of wine	C
Nay nay why wouldst thou rise	D
There rolls thy ball of worsted Sit thee down	E
Come sit thee down Cydilla	F
And let me fetch thy ball rewind the wool	F
And tell thee all that happened yesterday	G
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Cydilla	F
Thanks Damon now by Zeus thou art so brisk	H
It shames me that to stoop should try my bones	I
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Damon	A
We both are old	J
And if we may have peaceful days are blessed	K
Few hours of bouyancy will come to break	L
The sure withdrawal from us of life's flood	M
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Cydilla	F
True true youth looks a great way off To think	N
It wonce was age did lie quite out of sight	O
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Damon	A
Not many days have been so beautiful	F
As yesterday Cydilla yet one was	P
And I with thee broke tranced on its fine spell	F
Thou dost remember Yes but not with tears	Q
Ah not with tears Cydilla pray oh pray	G
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Cydilla	F
Pardon me Damon	A
'Tis many years since thou hast touched thereon	R
And something stirs about thee	S
Such air of eagerness as was thine when	T
I was more foolish than in my life I hope	U
To ever have been at another time	V
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Damon	A
Pooh foolish thou wast then so very wise	D
That often having seen thee foolish since	W
Wonder has made me faint that thou shouldst err	X
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Cydilla	F
Nay then I erred dear Damon and remorse	Y
Was not so slow to find me as thou deemst	O
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Damon	A
There mop those dear wet eyes or thou'lt ne'er hear	Z
What it was filled my heart yesterday	O
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Cydilla	F
Tell Damon since I well know that regrets	A2
Hang like dull gossips round another's ear	Z
Damon	A
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First thou must know that oftentimes I rise	D
Not heeding or not finding sleep of watching	B2
Afraid no longer to be prodigal	F
And gaze upon the beauty of the night	O
Quiet hours while dawn absorbs the waning stars	C2
Are like cold water sipped between our cups	D2
Washing the jaded palate till it taste	O
The wine again Ere the sun rose I sat	O
Within my garden porch my lamp was left	O
Burning beside my bed though it would be	S
Broad day before I should return upstairs	Q
I let it burn willing to waste some oil	F
Rather than to disturb my tranquil mood	O
But as the Fates determined it was seen	E2
Suddenly running round the dovecote came	F2
A young man naked breathless through the dawn	R
Florid with haste and wine it was Hipparchus	Q
Yes there he stood before me panting rubbing	B2
His heated flesh which felt the cold at once	Q
When he had breath enough he begged me straight	O
To put the lamp out and himself and done it	O
Ere I was on the stair	X
Flung all along my bed his gasping shook it	O
When I at length could sit down by his side	O
'What cause young sir brings you here in this plight	O
At such an hour ' He shuddered sighed and rolled	O
My blanket round him then came a gush of words	Q
'The first of causes Damon namely Love	G2
Eldest and least resigned and most unblushing	B2
Of all the turbulent impulsive gods	Q
A quarter of an hour scarce has flown	H2
Since lovely arms clung round me and my head	O
Asleep lay nested in a woman's hair	X
My cheek still bears print of its ample coils '	-
Athwart its burning flush he drew my fingers	Q
And their tips felt it might be as he said	O
'Oh I have had a night a night a night	O
Had Paris so much bliss	Q
And oh was Helen's kiss	Q
To be compared with those I tasted	O
Which but for me had all been wasted	O
On a bald man a fat man a gross man a beast	O
To scare the best guest from the very best feast '	-
Cydilla need not hear half that he said	O
For he was mad awhile	F
But having given rein to hot caprice	Q
And satyr jest and the distempered male	F
At length I heard his story	S
At sun down certain miles without the town	E
He'd chanced upon a light wheeled litter car	I2
And in it there stood one	A
Yet more a woman than her garb was rich	J2
With more of youth and health than elegance	Q
'The mules ' he said 'were beauties she was one	A
And cried directions to the neighbour field	O
'O catch that big bough Fool not that the next	O
Clumsy you've let it go O stop it swaying	B2
The eggs will jolt out ' From the road ' said he	S
'I could not see who thus was rated so	Q
Sprang up beside her and beheld her husband	O
Lover or keeper what you like to call him	K2
A middle aged stout man upon whose shoulders	Q
Kneeled up a scraggy mule boy slave who was	Q
The fool that could not reach a thrush's nest	O
Which they while plucking almond had revealed	O
Before she knew who it could be I said	O
'Why yes he is a fool but we fair friend	O
Were we not foolish waiting for such fools	Q
Let us be off ' I stooped took shook the reins	Q
With one hand while the other clasped her waist	O
'Ah who ' she turned I smiled like amorous Zeus	Q
A certain vagueness clouded her wild eyes	Q
As though she saw a swan a bull a shower	L2
Of hurried flames and felt divinely pleased	O
I cracked the whip and we were jolted down	E
A kiss was snatched getting the ribbons straight	O
We hardly heard them first begin to bawl	F
So great our expedition towards the town	E
We flew I pulled up at an inn then bid them	M2
Stable my mules and chariot and prepare	X
A meal for Dives meanwhile we would stroll	F
Down to the market Took her arm in mine	C
And out of sight hurried her through cross lanes	Q
Bade her choose now at a fruit now pastry booth	N2
Until we gained my lodging she spoke little	F
But often laughed tittering from time to time	V
'O Bacchus what a prank Just think of Cymon	C
So stout as he is at least five miles to walk	B2
Without a carriage well you take things coolly'	F
Or such appreciation nice of gifts	Q
I need not boast of since I had them gratis	Q
When my stiff door creaked open grudgingly	F
Her face first fell the room looked bare enough	O2
Still we brought with us food and cakes I owned	O
A little cellar of delicious wine	C
An unasked neighbour's garden furnished flowers	Q
Jests helped me nimbly I surpassed myself	P2
So we were friends and having laughed we drank	B2
Ate sang danced grew wild Soon both had one	C
Desire effort goal	F
One bed one sleep one dream	Q2
O Damon Damon both had one alarm	R2
When woken by the door forced rudely open	C
Lit from the stair bedazzled glowered at hated	O
She clung to me her master husband uncle	F
I know not which or what he was stood there	X
It crossed my mind he might have been her father	L2
Naked unarmed I rose and did assume	S2
What dignity is not derived from clothes	Q
Bid them to quit my room my private dwelling	B2
It was no use for that gross beast was rich	J2
Had his been neither legal right nor moral	F
My natural right was nought for his she was	Q
In eyes of those bribed catchpolls Brute revenge	T2
Seethed in his pimpled face 'To gaol with him '	-
He shouted huskily I wrapped some clothes	Q
About my shuddering bed fellow a sheet	O
Flung round myself ere she was led away	O
Had whispered to her 'Shriek faint on the stair '	-
Then I was seized by two dog officers	Q
That girl was worth her keep for going down	C
She suddenly writhed gasped and had a fit	O
My chance occurred and I whipped through the casement	O
All they could do was catch away the sheet	O
I dropped a dozen feet into a bush	U2
Soon found my heels and plied them here I am '	-
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Cydilla	F
A strange tale Damon this to tell to me	F
And introduce as thou at first began	C
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Damon	C
Thy life Cydilla has at all times been	C
A ceremony this young man's	Q
Discovered by free impulse not couched in forms	Q
Worn and made smooth by prudent folk long dead	O
I love Hipparchus for his wave like brightness	Q
He wastes himself but till his flash is gone	C
I shall be ever glad to hear him laugh	V2
Nor could one make a Spartan of him even	C
Were one the Spartan with a will to do it	O
Yet had there been no more than what is told	O
Thou wouldst not now be lending ear to me	F
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Cydilla	F
Hearing such things I think of my poor son	C
Which makes me far too sad to smile at folly	F
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Damon	C
There let me tell thee all just as it happened	O
And of thy son I shall be speaking soon	C
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Cyd	O