The Dancing Elf* Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAB CCDBDDDDEFFD GHIJKKJ LMLMNOOPPQOQRRQN DSTTDSUUVPPVVVWWXYVV XDYD VEVEQZQZVA2VA2B2EB2E AAB| I woke to daylight and to find | A |
| A wreath of fading vine leaves rough entwined | A |
| Lying as dropped in hasty flight upon my floor | B |
| - | |
| Dropped from thy head sweet Spirit of the night | C |
| Who cam'st with footstep light | C |
| Blown in by the soft breeze as thistledown | D |
| In through my open door | B |
| Whence From the woodland from the fields of corn | D |
| From flirting airily with the bright moon | D |
| Playing throughout the hours that go too soon | D |
| Ready to fly at the approach of morn | D |
| Thou cam'st | E |
| Bent on the curious quest | F |
| To see what mortal guest | F |
| Dwelt in the one roomed cottage built to face the dawn | D |
| - | |
| Thou didst pause | G |
| Shy timid on the threshold though there laughed | H |
| The mischief in thy roguish eyes then soft | I |
| Thou crosst the room on tiptoe to my bed | J |
| One finger on thy lip | K |
| Cautious to make no slip | K |
| I saw the wreath of vine leaves on thy head | J |
| - | |
| Then with a twirl | L |
| Thinking I slept | M |
| And a joyous whirl | L |
| Into a dance leapt | M |
| The careless spirit too long restrained | N |
| The purest dancing | O |
| Feet sometimes chancing | O |
| To touch the ground | P |
| Then starting up with a fresh high bound | P |
| To hang for a moment poised in the air | Q |
| And a glimpse of white teeth glancing | O |
| And a laughing face beneath tossing hair | Q |
| An orgy a revel a living joy | R |
| Embodied in one slim woodland boy | R |
| Dancing forward backward now here now there | Q |
| Swaying to every impulse unconstrained | N |
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| Thou wert too pure for Bacchus and too young for Pan | D |
| What wert thou In the daytime dost thou sleep | S |
| In a cave | T |
| Like a grave | T |
| Till the moon calls thee in the sleep of man | D |
| To thy light revels through the sombre deep | S |
| Wood's shadows to a space among the trees | U |
| Where the breeze | U |
| Makes music through the branches for thy dance | V |
| And the large eyed and silent deer stand round | P |
| Peeping through tree trunks and each forest sound | P |
| The trickling stream's | V |
| Murmur in its dreams | V |
| The shepherd's pipe far echoing by chance | V |
| Melt all for thee | W |
| To one soft harmony | W |
| While for the lighting of thy mossy slope | X |
| The moon thy lover sheds an opal glow | Y |
| Pale silver green the colour of the leaves | V |
| Of olive trees | V |
| The limelight on the stage for Youth and Joy and Hope | X |
| And at the first rose menace of the dawn | D |
| Must thou go | Y |
| Fly to thy cave thou little pagan Faun | D |
| - | |
| The fount of joy was bubbling in thine eyes | V |
| Dancing was in thy feet | E |
| And on thy lips a laugh that never dies | V |
| Unutterably sweet | E |
| Dance on for ever young for ever fair | Q |
| Lightfooted as a frightened bounding deer | Z |
| Thy wreath of vine leaves twisted in thy hair | Q |
| Through all the changing seasons of the year | Z |
| And tread to Autumn's gorgeous hymn of praise | V |
| And to the happy Spring's light lilt of pleasure | A2 |
| And to the dirgeful chant of Winter's days | V |
| And ever varying ever suited measure | A2 |
| And in the Summer when the reeking earth | B2 |
| Swings a vast censer as it is most meet | E |
| Praise thou for lavish gifts new hopes new birth | B2 |
| Praise with the dancing of thy tireless feet | E |
| - | |
| I woke to daylight and to find | A |
| A wreath of fading vine leaves rough entwined | A |
| Lying as dropped in hasty flight upon my floor | B |
Victoria Mary Sackville-west
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