The Dream Of Margaret Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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It fell upon a summer nightA
The village folk were soundly sleepingB
Unconscious of the glamour whiteA
In which the moon all things was steepingB
One window only showed a lightA
Behind it silent vigil keepingB
Sat Margaret as one in tranceC
The dark eyed daughter of the ManseC
A flood of strange sweet thoughts was surgingB
Her passionate heart and brain withinD
At last some secret impulse urgingB
She laid aside her garment thinD
And from its snowy folds emergingB
Like Lamia from the serpent skinD
She stood before her mirror brightA
Naked and lovely as the nightA
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Her dark hair o er her shoulders flowingB
Might well have been a silken pallE
O er Galatea s image glowingB
To life and love she was withalE
The lamplight o er her radiance throwingB
With her high bosom virginalE
A woman made to madden menF
A Cleopatra born againF
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Hers was the beauty dark and splendidG
Whose spell upon the heart of manH
Falls swiftly as when day is endedG
Night falls in lands AustralianI
Her rich ripe scarlet lips bow bendedJ
Smiled as such ripe lips only canH
Her eyes wherein strange lightnings shoneK
Were deeper than OblivionI
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With round white arms whose warm caressC
No lover knew raised towards the ceilingB
She looked like some young PythonessC
The secrets dark of Fate revealingB
Or goddess in divine distressC
To higher powers for help appealingB
This invocation standing soC
She sang in clear sweet tones but lowC
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Soul from this narrowC
Mean life we knowC
Speed as an arrowC
From bended bowL
Seek and discoverM
On land or seaC
My destined loverM
Where er he beC
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How shalt thou know himN
My heart s desireM
His mien will show himN
His glance of fireM
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High is his bearingB
His pride is highO
His spirit daringB
Burns in his eyeO
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Birds have done matingB
The Spring is pastP
My arms are waitingB
My heart beats fastP
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Oh why she sighed has Fate awardedG
This lot to me whose heart is boldQ
My days by trifles are recordedG
My suitors men whose God is goldQ
Oh for the Heroes helmed and swordedQ
The lovers of the days of oldQ
Who broke for ladies many a lanceC
In gallant days of old RomanceC
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Would I had lived in that great time whenF
A lady s love was knight s best boonR
When sword with sword made ringing rhyme whenF
Mailed sea kings fought from noon to moonR
And thought the slaughter grim no crime whenF
The prize was golden haired GudrunF
Then I might find swords broad and brightQ
And keen as theirs for me to fightQ
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But narrow bounds my life environF
And hold my eager spirit inF
The men I see no heart of fire inF
Their bodies bear My love to winF
A man must have a will of ironF
A soul of flame Then sweet were sinF
Or Death for him With ardent glanceC
Thus spake the daughter of the ManseC
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Then with a smile she fell asleep inF
Her white and dainty maiden bedQ
The chaste cold moon alone could peep inF
And view her tresses dark outspreadQ
Upon an arm whose clasp might keep inF
The life of one given up for deadQ
And as she drifted down the streamS
Of Slumber deep she dreamt a dreamS
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It was a banquet rich and rareT
The wine of France was foaming madlyC
The proud and great of earth were thereT
And all were slaves to serve her gladlyC
And yet on them with haughty airT
She gazed half scornfully half sadlyC
The Lady of the Feast was sheC
So ran her strange dream fantasyC
A Prince was at her fair right handQ
And at her left a famous leaderM
Of hosts with look of high commandQ
And blacker than the tents of KedarM
An Eastern King barbaric grandQ
Sat near their Queen they had decreed herM
Below the proud the brave the wiseC
Sat charmed by her mesmeric eyesC
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Then thus she spake O Lords of EarthU
Than you I know none nobler braverM
And yet your fame and rank and birthU
And wealth in my sight find small favourM
For all too well I know their worthU
Long since for me they lost their savourM
The Spirit fit to mate with mineF
Must be demoniac or divineF
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A toast she cried The gallant throngB
Sprang up their foaming glasses clinkingB
Satan The Spirit proud and strongB
The bravest lover to my thinkingB
The Wine of Life I ve drunk too longB
The Wine of death I now am drinkingB
Our Queen she was a moment sinceC
Bear forth the body said the PrinceC
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A ghostly wind arose all wetQ
With tears and full of cries and wailingB
And wringing hands and faces setQ
In bitter anguish unavailingB
It bore the soul of MargaretQ
To where a voice in tones of railingB
Cried Spirit proud thou hast done wellE
Thou art within the Gates of HellE
The soul of Margaret passed slowlyC
Yet bravely through the Hall of DreadQ
The roof whereof was hidden whollyC
By black clouds hanging overheadQ
No sound disturbed the melancholyC
Deep silence which itself seemed deadQ
No wailing of the damned was heardQ
No voice the fearful stillness stirredQ
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But that deep silence held in keepingB
The secret of Eternal WoeC
That yet seemed like a serpent creepingB
Around the walls It was as thoughC
The cries of pain and hopeless weepingB
Had died out ages long agoC
No face was seen no figure dreadQ
Were all the damned and devils deadQ
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No lustre known on earth was gleamingB
In that dread Hall but some weird lightQ
Around the pillars vast was streamingB
And down the vistas infiniteQ
A light like that men see in dreamingB
And waking shudder with affrightQ
Its glare a baleful splendour shedQ
For ever through the Hall of DreadQ
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Then suddenly she was awareM
That from the walls and all around herM
In motionless and burning stareM
Millions of eyes glowed that spellbound herM
The everlasting dumb despairM
That spoke from them made Pity founderM
And as she passed along the floorM
She trod on burning millions moreM
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For floor and pillar roof and allE
Were full of eyes for ever burningB
Twas these that lit the Dreadful HallE
These were the damned beyond returningB
Sealed up in pillar floor and wallE
Without a tongue to voice their yearningB
Or grief or hate so God might knowC
Their eyes alone could speak their woeC
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Her way lit by the weird light flowingB
From those sad awful eyes she passedQ
To where her terror ever growingB
Upon a Throne in fire set fastQ
And like a Rose of fire far glowingB
She saw a Figure Veiled and VastQ
She trembled for she knew full wellE
She stood before the Lord of HellE
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And then an instant courage takingB
She knelt before the burning throneF
And all her hopes of heaven forsakingB
She cried O Lord make me thine ownF
For men though they be of God s makingB
I love not Thee I love aloneF
The figure veiled spake thus AriseC
O Spirit proud and most unwiseC
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And as It spake unveiling slowlyC
A brow of awful beauty shoneF
On Margaret s soul yet MelancholyC
And Woe Eternal sat thereonF
But lo the form was woman whollyC
A faint smile played her lips uponF
As in a voice low sweet and levelE
She said My dear I am the DevilE
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With one wild wail of bitter scorningB
The stricken soul of Margaret fledQ
Sore harrowed by that dreadful warningB
And shrieking through the Hall of DreadQ
She passed and woke and it was morningB
And she was in her own white bedQ

Victor James Daley



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