Love-laurel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDACEFGGFEG HFIIFHI JIKKIJK LIMMILM EINNIEN HIAAICA EFOPFEO QIRRIQRSDCCDSC TIUUIUU DVCCVDCCFWWFCWAh that God once would touch my lips with song | A |
To pierce as prayer doth heaven earth s breast of iron | B |
So that with sweet mouth I might sing to thee | C |
O sweet dead singer buried by the sea | C |
A song to woo thee as a wooing siren | D |
Out of that silent sleep which seals too long | A |
Thy mouth of melody | C |
For if live lips might speak awhile to dead | E |
Or any speech could reach the sad world under | F |
This world of ours song surely should awake | G |
Thee who didst dwell in shadow for song s sake | G |
Alas thou canst not hear the voice of thunder | F |
Nor low dirge over thy low lying head | E |
The winds of morning make | G |
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Down through the clay there comes no sound of these | H |
Down in the grave there is no sign of Summer | F |
Nor any knowledge of the soft eyed Spring | I |
But Death sits there with outspread ebon wing | I |
Closing with dust the mouth of each new comer | F |
To that mute land where never sound of seas | H |
Is heard and no birds sing | I |
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Now thou hast found the end of all thy days | J |
Hast thou found any heart a vigil keeping | I |
For thee among the dead some heart that heard | K |
Thy singing when thou wert a brown sweet bird | K |
Gray ons gone in some old forest sleeping | I |
Beneath the seas long since in Death s dim ways | J |
Has thy heart any word | K |
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For surely those in whom the deathless spark | L |
Of song is kindled sang from the beginning | I |
If life were always But the old desires | M |
Do they exist when sad eyed Hope expires | M |
How live the dead what crowns have they for winning | I |
Have they to warm them in the dreamless dark | L |
For sun earth s central fires | M |
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Are the dead dead indeed whom we call dead | E |
Has God no life but this of ours for giving | I |
When that they took thee by each well known place | N |
Stark in thy coffin with a cold white face | N |
What thought O Brother hadst thou of the living | I |
What of the sun that round thee glory shed | E |
What of the fair day s grace | N |
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Is thy new life made up of memories | H |
Or dreams that lull the dead bright visions bringing | I |
Of Spring above Are thy days short or long | A |
Thou who wert master of our singing throng | A |
Mayhap in death thou hast not lost thy singing | I |
But chauntst unheard beside the moaning sea | C |
A solitary song | A |
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The chance spade turns up skulls God help the dead | E |
And thee whose singing days have all passed over | F |
Thee whom the gold haired Spring shall seek in vain | O |
When at the glad year s doors she stands again | P |
Remembering the song garlands thou hast wove her | F |
In years gone by but all these years have fled | E |
With all their joy and pain | O |
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My soul laughed out to hear my heart speak so | Q |
And sprang forth skyward as an eagle hoping | I |
To look upon thy soul with living eyes | R |
Until it came to where our dim life dies | R |
And dead suns darkly for a grave are groping | I |
Through cycles of immeasurable woe | Q |
Stone blind in the blind skies | R |
The stars walk shuddering on that awful verge | S |
From which my soul with swift and fearless motion | D |
Clove the black depths and sought for God and thee | C |
But God dwells where nor stars nor suns there be | C |
No shore there is to His Eternal Ocean | D |
A thousand systems are a fringe of surge | S |
On that great starless sea | C |
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And thou wert not So that with weary plumes | T |
My soul through the great void its way came winging | I |
To earth again What hope for him who sings | U |
Is there it sighed Death ends all sweetest things | U |
When lo there came a swell of mighty singing | I |
Flooding all space and swift athwart the glooms | U |
A flash of sudden wings | U |
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Dreamer of dreams thy songs and dreams are done | D |
Down where thou sleepest in earth s secret bosom | V |
There is no sorrow and no joy for thee | C |
Who canst not see what stars at eve there be | C |
Nor evermore at morn the green dawn blossom | V |
Into the golden king flower of the sun | D |
Across the golden sea | C |
But haply there shall come in days to be | C |
One who shall hear his own heart beating faster | F |
Plucking a rose sprung from thy heart beneath | W |
And from his soul as sword from out its sheath | W |
Song shall leap forth where now O silent master | F |
On thy lone grave beside the sounding sea | C |
I lay this laurel wreath | W |
Victor James Daley
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