The Perfect Marriage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEE A FFGGGHHIIJJ A KKLLAAMMNNOOLLPPQQ A RRSSTUVVWW| I | A |
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| I hate this yoke for the world's sake here put it on | B |
| Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you till life is gone | C |
| Knowing you love your freedom dear as I love mine | D |
| Knowing that love unchained has been our life's great wine | D |
| Our one great wine yet spent too soon and serving none | E |
| Of the two cups free love at last the deadly one | E |
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| II | A |
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| We grant our meetings will be tame not honey sweet | F |
| No longer turning to the tryst with flying feet | F |
| We know the toil that now must come will spoil the bloom | G |
| And tenderness of passion's touch and in its room | G |
| Will come tame habit deadly calm sorrow and gloom | G |
| Oh how the battle scars the best who enter life | H |
| Each soldier comes out blind or lame from the black strife | H |
| Mad or diseased or damned of soul the best may come | I |
| It matters not how merrily now rolls the drum | I |
| The fife shrills high the horn sings loud till no steps lag | J |
| And all adore that silken flame Desire's great flag | J |
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| III | A |
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| We will build strong our tiny fort strong as we can | K |
| Holding one inner room beyond the sword of man | K |
| Love is too wide it seems to day to hide it there | L |
| It seems to flood the fields of corn and gild the air | L |
| It seems to breathe from every brook from flowers to sigh | A |
| It seems a cataract poured down from the great sky | A |
| It seems a tenderness so vast no bush but shows | M |
| Its haunting and transfiguring light where wonder glows | M |
| It wraps us in a silken snare by shadowy streams | N |
| And wildering sweet and stung with joy your white soul seems | N |
| A flame a flame conquering day conquering night | O |
| Brought from our God a holy thing a mad delight | O |
| But love when all things beat it down leaves the wide air | L |
| The heavens are gray and men turn wolves lean with despair | L |
| Ah when we need love most and weep when all is dark | P |
| Love is a pinch of ashes gray with one live spark | P |
| Yet on the hope to keep alive that treasure strange | Q |
| Hangs all earth's struggle strife and scorn and desperate change | Q |
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| IV | A |
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| Love we will scarcely love our babes full many a time | R |
| Knowing their souls and ours too well and all our grime | R |
| And there beside our holy hearth we'll hide our eyes | S |
| Lest we should flash what seems disdain without disguise | S |
| Yet there shall be no wavering there in that deep trial | T |
| And no false fire or stranger hand or traitor vile | U |
| We'll fight the gloom and fight the world with strong sword play | V |
| Entrenched within our block house small ever at bay | V |
| As fellow warriors underpaid wounded and wild | W |
| True to their battered flag their faith still undefiled | W |
Vachel Lindsay
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