Mabel, A Sketch Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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DRAMATIS PERSONAE | B |
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ORAN a Speculative Philosopher | C |
MABEL his Wife | D |
HER FATHER | C |
MAURICE ROGER her brothers | E |
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MABEL | F |
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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 |
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ORAN MAURICE and ROGER | C |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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MAURICE | L |
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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 |
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ROGER | C |
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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 |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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Which way then tend your fears What certain aim | Z |
Have all these strokes you level at my ways | P |
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ROGER | C |
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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 |
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MAURICE | L |
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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 |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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ROGER | C |
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You glory in her weakness 'Tis too much | X2 |
Rash man beware a bitter end will come | Y2 |
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MAURICE | S2 |
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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 |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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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 |
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ROGER | C |
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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 |
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MAURICE | S2 |
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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 |
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Exeunt Maurice and Roger | C |
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SCENE II The Same | Z |
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ORAN | G |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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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 |
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A pause | S2 |
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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 |
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A pause | S2 |
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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 |
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A long pause | S2 |
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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 |
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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 |
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MABEL singing | V |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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ORAN from the Greenhouse unperceived | W2 |
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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 |
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A pause | S2 |
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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 |
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A pause | S2 |
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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 |
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Enters the room | E3 |
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MABEL | F |
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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 |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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MABEL | F |
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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 |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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MABEL | F |
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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 |
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ORAN | G |
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Dear Mabel Yet to day thy brothers came | E3 |
Taxing me harshly and in cruel terms | S2 |
With practising against thy precious life | D |
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MABEL | F |
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Oh Heaven | G |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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MABEL | F |
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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 |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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MABEL | F |
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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 |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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Makes passes over her which shortly sink her into a state of trance | S2 |
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'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 |
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A pause | S2 |
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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 |
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A pause | S2 |
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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 |
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A noise without enter in haste Father Maurice and Roger | G |
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How now Friends you are welcome | E3 |
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FATHER | G |
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Where's my child | W2 |
That you maltreat most rash and guilty man | G |
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ORAN | G |
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Sir you are over hasty in your words | S2 |
Your child is here | G |
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Points to Mabel who still lies entranced | W2 |
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FATHER | G |
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Mabel wake Mabel O my God she's dead | W2 |
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MAURICE | S2 |
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How Dead | W2 |
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ROGER | G |
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Ay murder'd | W2 |
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FATHER | G |
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O my child my child | W2 |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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FATHER | G |
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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 |
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MAURICE | S2 |
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Let's bear her hence | S2 |
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ROGER | G |
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Nay let him now unwind his magic spells | S2 |
Or fall our vengeance on his guilty head | W2 |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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Makes passes to awaken her but without effect after long persistence | S2 |
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FATHER | G |
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Impostor would you mock e'en Death itself | A4 |
Calling it sleep You see Death mocks you back | E4 |
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MAURICE | S2 |
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In vain no further seek to blind our fears | S2 |
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ORAN | G |
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'Tis strange stand back Sirs 'tis your influence | S2 |
Hath neutralized my power stand off I say | S2 |
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Continuing the passes in great agitation | G |
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ROGER | G |
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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 |
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ORAN | G |
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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 |
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A silence continuing the passes | S2 |
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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 |
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A silence | S2 |
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FATHER | G |
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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 |
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ORAN | G |
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Mabel Mabel | F |
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