Mabel, A Sketch Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCE F C C G HIDIJK L MNOPQRST C DUV G IWXY ZP C A2B2C2D2E2F2G2H2I2J2 K2L2M2N2 L O2P2Q2R2S2S2K2S2S2I2 G HT2CO2CK2GS2U2V2S2W2 C X2Y2 S2 W2W2Z2GS2W2S2ZX2GA3S 2B3S2S2S2S2 G W2W2W2C3W2W2W2S2W2W2 K2S2D3W2GGGW2E3 S2Q2CF3S2W2W2W2G3S2W 2C2C2S2Q2W2GGFGH3B2I 3W2S2CW2W2B2 C C2G3W2J3S2Z2CS2 S2 W2DH3W2W2K3S2S2L3S2Z S2C2M3 C Z G G F2GW2W2GS2 W2E3S2S2S2DW2C2S2L3W 2FW2S2S2W2DH3 S2 E3N3CW2O3W2P3S2W2S2S 2W2S2W2W2B2M3W2B2C2S 2GM3F2DW2S2GS2W2ZS2Q 3CCF2ZW2W2 S2 W2R3DGGS2S2K3GT2W2W2 C2GD3W2S2F2 S2 E2CL3W2S2W2S3K2S2S2S 2T3GS2FC2S2H3DS2S2W2 H3J3C2S2E3C2J3S2F2F2 S2Z2U3W2S2W2W2S2V3ZW 2CB2W3 S2S2 V Z2GGN3G GGGGG X3Y3Y3X3Y3 GW2W2GGW2 W2 S2W2W2C2W2GDW2S2F2 S2 S2J3S2W2U3H3B2W2W2E3 W2E3V2F2GGQ2L3 S2 S2W2F2S2S2H3K3Z3W2A4 GW2B2 E3 F GW2F2 G W2S2S2B2C2S2 F W2H3E3B4B2GW2 G E2E3W2S2GGW2S2 F TDS2W2W2F2VP3S2DW2 G E3S2D F G G E3E3F2W2S2GF2W2F F C4GTW2W2S2GH3U3F2 G S2K2F2K2B2S2W2 F W2W2GDGS2 G S2QFF2 S2 E3S2GF2S2W2S2E3W2S2W 2 S2 W2S2GW2GGW2W2B2GGW2G W2W2 S2 S2W2S2S2S2S2GS2S2GS2 W2W2GS2W2E3W2W2W2D4W 2 G E3 G W2G G S2G W2 G W2 S2 W2 G W2 G W2 G S2W2S2S2 G GW2G S2 S2 G S2W2 G GB2GS2 S2 G A4E4 S2 S2 G S2S2 G G F4W2W2E4 G GS2W2 S2 W2S2S2S2S2GE3 S2 G G4A4GW2 G F| Mabel A Sketch | A |
| - | |
| - | |
| DRAMATIS PERSONAE | B |
| - | |
| ORAN a Speculative Philosopher | C |
| MABEL his Wife | D |
| HER FATHER | C |
| MAURICE ROGER her brothers | E |
| - | |
| - | |
| - | |
| MABEL | F |
| - | |
| SCENE I A Study Books pictures and sculpture about the room interspersed with chemical and other instruments globes c a singular blending of science with art indicating a delicate and speculative organization in the arranger | C |
| - | |
| - | |
| ORAN MAURICE and ROGER | C |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Well well and so ye deem I love her not | H |
| Ye and the world that love so passing well | I |
| That still I trifle with her bright young life | D |
| As the wind plays with some frail water bell | I |
| Wafting it wantonly about the sky | J |
| Till at some harsher breath it breaks and dies | K |
| - | |
| MAURICE | L |
| - | |
| Nay not thus far would our reflections go | M |
| Friendship paints not with the foul brush of Conscience | N |
| But thou a man of dark and mystic aims | O |
| Tracking out Science through forbidden ways | P |
| Leaving the light and trodden paths to grope | Q |
| 'Mid fearful speculations and wild dreams | R |
| May'st hunt thy Will o' the wisp until thou lead'st | S |
| Our sister all unwitting to her death | T |
| - | |
| ROGER | C |
| - | |
| That shalt thou answer unto us Thy life | D |
| Shall be to her life like the sun and shade | U |
| Lost in one setting | V |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Ay thou sayest well | I |
| Thou sayest well How oft a random shaft | W |
| Striketh King Truth betwixt the armour joints | X |
| One life one sun one setting for us both | Y |
| - | |
| Which way then tend your fears What certain aim | Z |
| Have all these strokes you level at my ways | P |
| - | |
| ROGER | C |
| - | |
| We say that you against all light received | A2 |
| Against all laws of prudence and of love | B2 |
| Practise dark magic on our sister's soul | C2 |
| That by strange motions incantations spells | D2 |
| So work you on her spirit that strange sleep | E2 |
| Sombre as Death's dark shadow presently | F2 |
| Steals o'er her fragile body dulls her sense | G2 |
| And wraps her wholly in its chill embrace | H2 |
| That thus spell bound lost to the living world | I2 |
| She lies till thou again unwind her chain | J2 |
| And wak'st her feebly to this life of earth | K2 |
| Thus dost thou peril her thou blinded man | L2 |
| Sett'st her dear life against thy moonstruck thought | M2 |
| And slay'st thy dove on Folly's altar steps | N2 |
| - | |
| MAURICE | L |
| - | |
| Ay if you loved her would your eyes have miss'd | O2 |
| The moonish faintness that o'erlaps her now | P2 |
| Melting the fresh full ruddy glow of health | Q2 |
| To loveliness most heavenly yet most sad | R2 |
| Her cheeks where youth once summer'd into roses | S2 |
| Glow now with faint exotic loveliness | S2 |
| Not native to this harsh and gusty earth | K2 |
| And from her large dark eyes there seems to gaze | S2 |
| Some angel with mute melancholy looks | S2 |
| As from a casement at this jarring world | I2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Ha then you too have seen it it is not | H |
| O Heaven is not delusion this fond dream | T2 |
| But even now it works works bliss for her | C |
| Proceed Sir you were saying Sir I list | O2 |
| That in her eyes you saw angelic fire | C |
| Pure from the dross the dimming clouds of earth | K2 |
| Deem'd now her frame ethereal unakin | G |
| To earth's clay moulded fabrics such perchance | S2 |
| As entering heaven might have left its dust | U2 |
| At the bright folding portals sandal like | V2 |
| And thence repassing in seraphic trance | S2 |
| Still left unclaim'd the vesture at the gate | W2 |
| - | |
| ROGER | C |
| - | |
| You glory in her weakness 'Tis too much | X2 |
| Rash man beware a bitter end will come | Y2 |
| - | |
| MAURICE | S2 |
| - | |
| I fain would think that study hath o'erwrought | W2 |
| Your heated brain to this short fever fit | W2 |
| That soon may pass and leave your vision clear | Z2 |
| In truth I note strange changes in your mien | G |
| A wandering glance quick restless eagerness | S2 |
| Rapt snatches of deep thought wherein the mind | W2 |
| Seems cleaving heaven with wild extatic wings | S2 |
| Your cheeks are pale and all your nervous frame | Z |
| Thrills 'neath some strange enthusiastic touch | X2 |
| Lay by your books awhile and breathe again | G |
| As in those days gone by the country air | A3 |
| The sweet calm country air where perfume floats | S2 |
| Like love that finds no heart so godlike large | B3 |
| Can clasp it wholly in its one embrace | S2 |
| But overflows creation with its bliss | S2 |
| Thus shall you quickly exorcise this madness | S2 |
| And cleanse your brain of these pernicious dreams | S2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| This madness I bethink me of the past | W2 |
| Of all the great and noble who have toil'd | W2 |
| Amid the deep dark mines of burning thought | W2 |
| Wearing out life to quarry forth the Truth | C3 |
| Of all the seers and watchers early and late | W2 |
| Waiting with eager blood hot eyes the light | W2 |
| Rising afar in some untrodden East | W2 |
| Full of divine and precious influence | S2 |
| Calling like Mezzuin from his minaret | W2 |
| The thankless world to worship and be glad | W2 |
| Of all the patient thinkers of the earth | K2 |
| Who talk'd with Wisdom like familiar friends | S2 |
| Until their voices unaccustom'd grew | D3 |
| And men stared blankly at them as they pass'd | W2 |
| I do bethink me of them all and know | G |
| How each walk'd through his labyrinth of scorn | G |
| And was accounted mad before all men | G |
| But patience Winter bears within its breast | W2 |
| The nascent seeds of golden harvest time | E3 |
| - | |
| This only shall I tell you of my ways | S2 |
| Straying now here now there 'mid science' wealth | Q2 |
| I have discover'd a vast hidden power | C |
| A power that perfected shall surely work | F3 |
| Great revolution in all human laws | S2 |
| Where stop its courses I as yet know not | W2 |
| 'Tis to me like the sun that all the day | W2 |
| Shines godlike in my vision and at night | W2 |
| Though darkness hide its brightness still I feel | G3 |
| Shines on in glory over other spheres | S2 |
| It is a power beneficent and good | W2 |
| That grants to spirit infinite control | C2 |
| Over all matter and that frees the soul | C2 |
| From its flesh shackles and its sensuous means | S2 |
| What else its influences or for health | Q2 |
| For happiness or blessing I say not | W2 |
| Save that such glimpses of vast powers unknown | G |
| Dawn on my wondering mind that like a man | G |
| Standing upon some giddy pinnacle | F |
| With a whole world seen faint and small below | G |
| I close mine eyes for very fear and joy | H3 |
| To her my Mabel do I bear in love | B2 |
| Some first fruits of my finding make her rich | I3 |
| That gazing through her eyes I may behold | W2 |
| How sweet is heaven how dear is happiness | S2 |
| This is the sum of that I work on her | C |
| Then though I thank you for your good intent | W2 |
| Leave me untroubled to my life of thought | W2 |
| Leave her all trustful in the arms of love | B2 |
| - | |
| ROGER | C |
| - | |
| You love her not false man your heart and soul | C2 |
| Are steep'd in science till not e'en the heel | G3 |
| Achilles like is vulnerable left | W2 |
| Ay wear thus feeling's semblance as you will | J3 |
| Pale visionary no more shall I pause | S2 |
| But with strong hand arrest your mad career | Z2 |
| Soon we return arm'd with a father's power | C |
| To snatch our sister from your fearful arts | S2 |
| - | |
| MAURICE | S2 |
| - | |
| Oh if you love her Sir as once you did | W2 |
| If yet upon the dial of your life | D |
| Her sun mark out the short sweet hours of joy | H3 |
| And all too swiftly on the shadows glide | W2 |
| If yet you prize the loving heart you hold | W2 |
| From this most mad delusion waken up | K3 |
| That blindly blights her whom it seeks to bless | S2 |
| Cease your Utopian and unsafe essays | S2 |
| And rather turn your studious care to call | L3 |
| The fading roses back into her cheeks | S2 |
| And shed health's gladness on her feeble frame | Z |
| Reflect whilst yet you may lest late Remorse | S2 |
| Stalk ghost like through the chambers of your soul | C2 |
| Haunting their gloomy void for evermore | M3 |
| - | |
| Exeunt Maurice and Roger | C |
| - | |
| - | |
| - | |
| SCENE II The Same | Z |
| - | |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Not love her O my God thou knowest me | F2 |
| Thou looking through me as the sun at noon | G |
| That searches through the being of the world | W2 |
| Thou setting life against thy glory light | W2 |
| As men hold up a crystal 'gainst the sun | G |
| Making its frame as nothing in the blaze | S2 |
| - | |
| Lo my heart was like a chaotic world | W2 |
| Still silent 'mid the dreary waste of time | E3 |
| Man there was not in all its desert bounds | S2 |
| But hoary ruins of past wondrous things | S2 |
| Old unbeliefs fierce doubts unsightly dreams | S2 |
| That wearing out their wild hot breathing life | D |
| Wearily stretch'd their writhing shapes to die | W2 |
| Then came she moving o'er my awe hush'd soul | C2 |
| Like God's own Spirit over earth's void waters | S2 |
| And there arose order and life through all | L3 |
| She was my sun set high to rule the day | W2 |
| And make my world all bright and beautiful | F |
| She was my moon amid the stilly night | W2 |
| Subduing darkness with her quiet smiles | S2 |
| And stealing softly through my anxious dreams | S2 |
| A sweet soul'd hostage for departed day | W2 |
| She was my summer clothing all my life | D |
| With fragrant blossoms of delight and joy | H3 |
| - | |
| A pause | S2 |
| - | |
| Not love her 'Tis as yesterday the time | E3 |
| When first my love stole fainting to her ear | N3 |
| In deep scarce worded murmurs of desire | C |
| 'Twas evening and above the weary land | W2 |
| Silence lay dreaming in a golden hush | O3 |
| The summer's sunset yellow'd in the wheat | W2 |
| And the ripe year with harvest promise full | P3 |
| Slept on the wavy slopes and verdant leas | S2 |
| Like one who through long hours of toil at last | W2 |
| Sees the glad work accomplish'd and in peace | S2 |
| Flings him along the meadows to repose | S2 |
| Below the bells of even faintly chimed | W2 |
| And sent their hymnal music up the breeze | S2 |
| To where I stood half praying by her side | W2 |
| Then all my words and thoughts that came and went | W2 |
| Waving about the secret of my love | B2 |
| Like billows plashing on a silent shore | M3 |
| All at one gush flow'd from me o'er her heart | W2 |
| And broke the banks of silence then my love | B2 |
| Sank through her liquid eyes to read her soul | C2 |
| Like diver that through waving water floods | S2 |
| Seeketh the priceless pearl that lies below | G |
| And there found life found joy for evermore | M3 |
| It is as yesterday that time to me | F2 |
| Sweet time when love entwines the locks of life | D |
| With fragrant blossoms like a one hour's bride | W2 |
| And claspeth summer with soft pleading arms | S2 |
| That she though ne'er so eager to be gone | G |
| Still tarries smiling for a last embrace | S2 |
| And drops her hoarded flowers upon the way | W2 |
| It is as yesterday my love the same | Z |
| The love that led me through all heavy tasks | S2 |
| All lonely watchings by the midnight lamp | Q3 |
| To win the fame that still might shine on her | C |
| And e'en how dear the thought this wondrous power | C |
| This godlike influence which has dawn'd on me | F2 |
| Thus from my love takes colouring and aim | Z |
| Not love her Well well I'll forget the word | W2 |
| The sun shines on though blind eyes see it not | W2 |
| - | |
| A pause | S2 |
| - | |
| It cannot be this aim so deeply weigh'd | W2 |
| So long and calmly sifted cannot fail | R3 |
| O wondrous power great mystery of life | D |
| Reserved for me of all the sons of men | G |
| Fruit ripening high upon the wall of heaven | G |
| For me to pluck with eager trembling hands | S2 |
| And press its vintage out for thirsting worlds | S2 |
| More blessed still that into her sweet cup | K3 |
| First may I pour the clearest of the wine | G |
| For her for her ah yes for her supreme | T2 |
| I struggle onward through this blinding light | W2 |
| E'en at whose dazzling threshold I might stand | W2 |
| Pale trembling like a terror smitten soul | C2 |
| Waiting bewilder'd at the gate of heaven | G |
| Yet once again let me the plan review | D3 |
| Searching within my soul of souls each part | W2 |
| That doubt or danger lurking there may thus | S2 |
| By love's keen scented instincts hunted be | F2 |
| - | |
| A long pause | S2 |
| - | |
| Yes it is so this deep magnetic sleep | E2 |
| That from my being passes upon her | C |
| Bindeth the body close in deepest thrall | L3 |
| But setteth free the soul What real need | W2 |
| Hath spirit of these sensuous avenues | S2 |
| Through which the soul looks feebly on the world | W2 |
| This power then opes the prison door awhile | S3 |
| And sends the spirit chainless o'er the earth | K2 |
| This know I without eyes the spirit sees | S2 |
| Gains instant cognizance of hidden things | S2 |
| And counts all space for nothing knowledge comes | S2 |
| Upon it with the falling of the flesh | T3 |
| So that there is no thing in earth or heaven | G |
| But to the unhoused spirit native is | S2 |
| The mantle falls and leaves the Prophet angel | F |
| Body then is the prison house of soul | C2 |
| And freedom is its highest happiness | S2 |
| Its heaven its primal being full of joy | H3 |
| This power that holdeth thus the keys of life | D |
| Can then at will give moments of release | S2 |
| Which to the soul are as the water brooks | S2 |
| That scantly rise amid a sun scorch'd waste | W2 |
| These oft repeated must at length destroy | H3 |
| The thraldom of the flesh and give at will | J3 |
| A freer issue to the practised soul | C2 |
| At lowest gladden it with gleams of bliss | S2 |
| Glimpses of heaven amid this exile time | E3 |
| Yes thus my Mabel shall thy prison'd soul | C2 |
| Rise to its sister angels heavenward still | J3 |
| And soon the mortal fetters shall hang loose | S2 |
| Scarce clogging aught its motions glad and free | F2 |
| Thus shall thy young fair frame no longer be | F2 |
| A prison but a meetest dwelling place | S2 |
| Full of all infinite delights and dear | Z2 |
| As is its nest to the heaven soaring lark | U3 |
| That yearns down singing to it from the sky | W2 |
| These men did they not see it in thine eyes | S2 |
| Amazed and fearful at the dazzling sight | W2 |
| As some rude passer gazing up aloft | W2 |
| Sees from some casement unawares a face | S2 |
| That makes his great rough heart on sudden rock | V3 |
| With wonder and with worship in her frame | Z |
| Did they not see the mortal waxing faint | W2 |
| The immortal fusing it with heavenly fire | C |
| Ay the charm works and thou my life my love | B2 |
| Reapest the first fruits of my long long toil | W3 |
| - | |
| - | |
| - | |
| SCENE III A Boudoir Flowers about it in beautifully shaped Vases A Greenhouse at one end The window panes delicately tinted and hung with light fleecy draperies | S2 |
| MABEL working and singing in a low voice | S2 |
| - | |
| - | |
| MABEL singing | V |
| - | |
| At night when stars shine bright and clear | Z2 |
| The soft winds on the casements blow | G |
| And round the chamber rustle low | G |
| Like one unseen whose voice we hear | N3 |
| On tiptoe stealing to and fro | G |
| - | |
| At night when clouds are dark and drear | G |
| They moan about the lattice sore | G |
| And murmur sighs for evermore | G |
| That fill us with a chilly fear | G |
| Oft glancing at the well barr'd door | G |
| - | |
| At night in moonlight or in gloom | X3 |
| They wander round the drooping thatch | Y3 |
| Like some poor exile thence to catch | Y3 |
| Fond glimpses of each well loved room | X3 |
| And sigh beside the unraised latch | Y3 |
| - | |
| O unseen Wind art thou alone | G |
| Thus breathing round the sleeping land | W2 |
| Or roams with thee a spirit band | W2 |
| Blending sad voices with thine own | G |
| Voices that once with cheerful tone | G |
| Made music round the sleeping land | W2 |
| - | |
| ORAN from the Greenhouse unperceived | W2 |
| - | |
| Ah her dear voice How all my nature thrills | S2 |
| My heart my brain beneath the mellow sound | W2 |
| Like some great dome with holy music fill'd | W2 |
| She is the lark above my listening soul | C2 |
| Hovering still with carols from Heaven's gate | W2 |
| She is the perfumed breeze that evermore | G |
| Sweeps music from the Aeolian strings of life | D |
| She is the sea that fills with sweetest sound | W2 |
| The yearning earth that folds it in its arms | S2 |
| Not love her Ah dear heart how utterly | F2 |
| - | |
| A pause | S2 |
| - | |
| What if amid these spirit wanderings | S2 |
| This so mysterious power can grant at will | J3 |
| What if the angels smitten with her grace | S2 |
| Woo'd her away for ever from my heart | W2 |
| The dove came twice again unto the ark | U3 |
| With messages of peace and hope and joy | H3 |
| But the third time return'd not She's my dove | B2 |
| Oh wing'd she ever from my longing heart | W2 |
| The waters of my life would quick subside | W2 |
| And leave me stranded on the shoals of Time | E3 |
| What if God saw her hovering aloft | W2 |
| And smiled her in amongst his cherubim | E3 |
| What if the draught of bliss should Lethe like | V2 |
| Blot me for ever from her memory | F2 |
| So that she sought me never never more | G |
| Oblivion take again this fearful power | G |
| No more shall Fate be tempted with my wealth | Q2 |
| Lest covetous it rob me of my all | L3 |
| - | |
| A pause | S2 |
| - | |
| And yet these are but dreams poor selfish fears | S2 |
| That scum like float and dim Love's limpid tide | W2 |
| Shall I thus cage my bird from liberty | F2 |
| And let it beat its life out on the bars | S2 |
| Lest some dear bliss detain it in the heavens | S2 |
| Shall I spill rashly forth this wine of joy | H3 |
| Because for me within the crystal cup | K3 |
| Some dregs may haply rest when she has drunk | Z3 |
| Ah no for her alone shall I take thought | W2 |
| The first pure sacrifice of Love is self | A4 |
| There is no peril God that sends the power | G |
| Will send the guardian angel to direct | W2 |
| I work for her Heaven speed the work of love | B2 |
| - | |
| Enters the room | E3 |
| - | |
| MABEL | F |
| - | |
| I waited for thee love 'tis past the hour | G |
| And on my dial slumbers Time in shade | W2 |
| When thou comest not to sun me | F2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| I but stood | W2 |
| There on the threshold following thy voice | S2 |
| Away away through mazy lengths of dreams | S2 |
| Music low music from the lips we love | B2 |
| Is the true siren that still lures the soul | C2 |
| From cares of earth to the Enchanted Isles | S2 |
| - | |
| MABEL | F |
| - | |
| Methinks that thou art sad to day my husband | W2 |
| Let me share with thee pain as well as joy | H3 |
| It is the sweetest right that love can claim | E3 |
| We give our joys to strangers but our grief | B4 |
| Sighs itself only forth for those we love | B2 |
| We hang our sorrows on the loved one's ear | G |
| Like jewell'd pendents for a bridal feast | W2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Tell me my Mabel if within this sleep | E2 |
| To which mine art oft leads thee there should come | E3 |
| Some angel bright with Heaven's reflected light | W2 |
| Wooing thee upward with the songs of bliss | S2 |
| Tell me my Mabel wouldst thou freely go | G |
| Leaving this fair earth vesture only here | G |
| Leaving me lornly gazing on the sky | W2 |
| Blotting its sun out with my blinding tears | S2 |
| - | |
| MABEL | F |
| - | |
| There is no angel but the angel Death | T |
| Could sever me from thee who art all my life | D |
| What Heaven is there but that which Love creates | S2 |
| What songs of Bliss save those by Love intoned | W2 |
| Ah thou to me art as the sun to Day | W2 |
| That dies out with its setting utterly | F2 |
| Thou art the ever flowing crystal spring | V |
| That keeps the fountain of my being full | P3 |
| Thou art the heart that beats with measured pulse | S2 |
| The joyous moments of my flowing life | D |
| Leave thee How canst thou wrong me with the thought | W2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Dear Mabel Yet to day thy brothers came | E3 |
| Taxing me harshly and in cruel terms | S2 |
| With practising against thy precious life | D |
| - | |
| MABEL | F |
| - | |
| Oh Heaven | G |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| They dread these trances whose dim fame | E3 |
| Hath floated on the ignorant air to them | E3 |
| They deem this priceless power new fall'n on me | F2 |
| And treasured for thy sake my best beloved | W2 |
| A most pernicious art that may perchance | S2 |
| Work evil upon thee say dost thou fear | G |
| My Mabel hast thou faith and trust in me | F2 |
| Shall I proceed or break this magic wand | W2 |
| Wherewith they deem that I am dower'd withal | F |
| - | |
| MABEL | F |
| - | |
| I trust in thee my love with perfect faith | C4 |
| Am I not as the floating gossamer | G |
| Steering through ether on thy guiding breath | T |
| Am I not as the clay within thy hand | W2 |
| Taking the shape and image of thy thought | W2 |
| Heed not these idle tongues that launch their doubts | S2 |
| In erring love against thy watchful care | G |
| That which thou doest I accept with joy | H3 |
| I wait for thee as waits a full sail'd bark | U3 |
| The coming breeze to waft it o'er the sea | F2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Fear not I do well think no peril lies | S2 |
| Within this power but virtue of rare worth | K2 |
| Else nevermore its wand had waved o'er thee | F2 |
| Tell me dost bring no memory back to Earth | K2 |
| Of all these glorious wanderings above | B2 |
| No certain visions of the hidden things | S2 |
| Thou seest in that far mystic spirit land | W2 |
| - | |
| MABEL | F |
| - | |
| Nay it must be as thou dost tell me oft | W2 |
| The soul doth lose its secrets at Earth's gate | W2 |
| And all the blinding glories it hath known | G |
| Shed but their mystic influence over life | D |
| Therefore it may be 'tis I nought retain | G |
| Of that which passeth in these hours of trance | S2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Yet strive once more to grasp the fleeting dreams | S2 |
| Else shall I doubt that which I fondly hope | Q |
| Sleep love and let thy spirit bask awhile | F |
| In Heaven's own sunshine yet forget not me | F2 |
| - | |
| Makes passes over her which shortly sink her into a state of trance | S2 |
| - | |
| 'Tis done she's free and now this lovely frame | E3 |
| Lies tenantless a casket whose pure gems | S2 |
| Now sparkle 'mid the opal lights of Heaven | G |
| This earth seems very lone and cold to me | F2 |
| Now she is absent though a little space | S2 |
| My heart goes restless wandering around | W2 |
| Seeking her through old haunts and vacant nooks | S2 |
| Like one who waking from some troubled dream | E3 |
| Findeth his love soft stolen from his side | W2 |
| And straightway seeketh in a dim amaze | S2 |
| All through the moonlight for her straying feet | W2 |
| - | |
| A pause | S2 |
| - | |
| Where art thou O my dove about the sky | W2 |
| Ruffling thy breast across what honey breeze | S2 |
| Flashing white pinions 'gainst the golden sun | G |
| That fain would nest thee on his ardent breast | W2 |
| Art thou soft floating through the joys of Heaven | G |
| With Earth far far beneath thee like a star | G |
| Struggling up through the tremulous sea of light | W2 |
| That sucks its life down from the eye of day | W2 |
| About the gate of Heaven there floats my dove | B2 |
| Fann'd by the breath of melodies divine | G |
| Opes there no casement soft to take her in | G |
| And lay her in the bosom of delight | W2 |
| O dove white dove now at the gate of Heaven | G |
| Wilt thou wing homeward ere the eventide | W2 |
| On shining pinions to thine own soft nest | W2 |
| - | |
| A pause | S2 |
| - | |
| O wonderful Thou mansion tenantless | S2 |
| Unswept by memory untrod by thought | W2 |
| Where all lies tranced in motionless repose | S2 |
| No whisper stirring round the silent place | S2 |
| No foot of guest across the startled halls | S2 |
| No rustling robes about the corridors | S2 |
| No voices floating on the waveless air | G |
| No laughters no sweet songs like angel dreams | S2 |
| On silver wings among the arch d domes | S2 |
| No swans upon the mere no golden prow | G |
| Parting the crystal tide to Pleasure's breeze | S2 |
| No flapping sail before the idle wind | W2 |
| No music pulsing out its great wild heart | W2 |
| In sweetest passion beats the noontide through | G |
| No lovers gliding down sun chequer'd glades | S2 |
| In dreams that open wide the Eden gate | W2 |
| And waft them past the guardian Seraphim | E3 |
| Sleep over all the Present and the Past | W2 |
| The Future standing idle at the gate | W2 |
| Gazing amazed like one who in hot haste | W2 |
| Bearing great tidings to some palace porch | D4 |
| Findeth the place deserted | W2 |
| - | |
| A noise without enter in haste Father Maurice and Roger | G |
| - | |
| How now Friends you are welcome | E3 |
| - | |
| FATHER | G |
| - | |
| Where's my child | W2 |
| That you maltreat most rash and guilty man | G |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Sir you are over hasty in your words | S2 |
| Your child is here | G |
| - | |
| Points to Mabel who still lies entranced | W2 |
| - | |
| FATHER | G |
| - | |
| Mabel wake Mabel O my God she's dead | W2 |
| - | |
| MAURICE | S2 |
| - | |
| How Dead | W2 |
| - | |
| ROGER | G |
| - | |
| Ay murder'd | W2 |
| - | |
| FATHER | G |
| - | |
| O my child my child | W2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Peace she is well Sleep folds her in his arms | S2 |
| And each upheaving of his drowsy breast | W2 |
| Is like a billow upon pleasure's sea | S2 |
| Wafting her on to far Hesperides | S2 |
| - | |
| FATHER | G |
| - | |
| This is no healthy sleep that wraps her now | G |
| Else would she waken at my anxious cry | W2 |
| 'Tis death sleep wretched man | G |
| - | |
| MAURICE | S2 |
| - | |
| Let's bear her hence | S2 |
| - | |
| ROGER | G |
| - | |
| Nay let him now unwind his magic spells | S2 |
| Or fall our vengeance on his guilty head | W2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Dismiss your fears and cease your threats Old man | G |
| Soon shall I prove how much you wrong my love | B2 |
| Thus do I call the spirit home again | G |
| And wave the slumber backward from her eyes | S2 |
| - | |
| Makes passes to awaken her but without effect after long persistence | S2 |
| - | |
| FATHER | G |
| - | |
| Impostor would you mock e'en Death itself | A4 |
| Calling it sleep You see Death mocks you back | E4 |
| - | |
| MAURICE | S2 |
| - | |
| In vain no further seek to blind our fears | S2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| 'Tis strange stand back Sirs 'tis your influence | S2 |
| Hath neutralized my power stand off I say | S2 |
| - | |
| Continuing the passes in great agitation | G |
| - | |
| ROGER | G |
| - | |
| By Heaven It is too much Let fall the mask | F4 |
| O villain you have done your worst at last | W2 |
| And ta'en the sweetest life in all the land | W2 |
| But vengeance swift shall follow on your track | E4 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Hold hold young man talk not of vengeance here | G |
| This sleep shall pass and shame your blood hot words | S2 |
| If it pass'd not the vengeance were forestall'd | W2 |
| - | |
| A silence continuing the passes | S2 |
| - | |
| O Mabel Mabel hear me where thou art | W2 |
| Come to the lonely heart that yearns for thee | S2 |
| Come to the eyes that seek thee through salt tears | S2 |
| Patience Sirs now methinks the sense returns | S2 |
| A smile steals o'er her lips and roseate hues | S2 |
| Make morning on her downy cheek again | G |
| Back back my anguish shall unwind the charm | E3 |
| - | |
| A silence | S2 |
| - | |
| FATHER | G |
| - | |
| Sir I acquit you pity you perceive | G4 |
| You loved her and have err'd against yourself | A4 |
| But cease these struggles that but mock us now | G |
| They nought avail my child is dead | W2 |
| - | |
| ORAN | G |
| - | |
| Mabel Mabel | F |
Walter R. Cassels
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About Mabel, A Sketch
Mabel, A Sketch is a poem by Walter R. Cassels. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about Mabel, A Sketch poem by Walter R. Cassels
Best Poems of Walter R. Cassels