A Day In The Castle Of Envy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACBDEFEFAGAG HIEHIEEJKK LJLLMJLNOPOQPPRR STSAUVAWLLWUX YIYDIFYKJKOZRZO A2OA2B2ROB2RRORA2PLL C2KC2D2KKLE2LD2E2 F2LF2G2LLRAG2ALRARAR H2I2H2PRPRRRJ2FJ2RFR RK2L2 PLKPLM2PLRLRLRL LPLLRRRPRSRRRN2RO2G2 RG2R LLLRRLLLLLLRRRORXRO P2RLP2RLP2RRLRRLThe castle walls are full of eyes | A |
And not a mouse may creep unseen | B |
All the window slits are spies | A |
And the towers stand sentinel | C |
High above the gardens green | B |
Not a lizard lurking close | D |
In the brambles of the dell | E |
Not a beetle as he goes | F |
Toiling in the dust may tell | E |
The least secret of his woes | F |
To the idle butterflies | A |
Not a privet moth may flit | G |
But the castle looketh wise | A |
But the old king knoweth it | G |
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All day long the garden gates | H |
Open stand for who will in | I |
For the old king loveth well | E |
The reek of human loves and hates | H |
Most of all he loveth sin | I |
All that sendeth souls to Hell | E |
All that hath the earthy smell | E |
Of a joy that soon shall die | J |
And he sitteth there and saith | K |
Every creature that hath breath | K |
Goeth with the taint of death '' | - |
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There he waiteth overhead | L |
Spieth out what he may spy | J |
Like an evil omened gled | L |
From the morning till the night | L |
There is nothing which doth move | M |
There is nothing which can lie | J |
Still and hidden out of sight | L |
But he seeth it above | N |
But he feeleth all the pleasure | O |
Of its basking in the sun | P |
And his wisdom taketh measure | O |
Of the sorrow which shall come | Q |
When the summer days are done | P |
Life and love are quickly run | P |
So he watcheth silently | R |
Waiting till the end shall be | R |
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There he sitteth at the dawn | S |
When the world begins to rouse | T |
And the daisies on the lawn | S |
Open wide their stainless eyes | A |
Then he feeleth as in pain | U |
For the wrinkles on his brows | V |
He doth envy the sunrise | A |
That it maketh all things gay | W |
And his jealous ear hath heard | L |
The first piping of a bird | L |
And he curseth at the day | W |
But his curses are in vain | U |
For the world grows young again | X |
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From the shadow of the rocks | Y |
Stealing out and stealing in | I |
Creeps the hungry foot pad fox | Y |
On the wild fowls nestled close | D |
Then a weirdly smile and thin | I |
Curleth on his lip and nose | F |
As the red beast winds the flocks | Y |
And there is an evil mirth | K |
In the glitter of his eye | J |
For the sun hath warmed the earth | K |
And he seeth something stir | O |
In the grass and then awake | Z |
Turn and stretch her stealthily | R |
And he hisseth at the snake | Z |
As the heat unfoldeth her | O |
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There he bideth through the noon | A2 |
While the pine tops clash together | O |
Till deep silence like a tune | A2 |
Wrappeth all the earth and air | B2 |
And the old king dreamily | R |
Noddeth his great heron feather | O |
As he sitteth in his chair | B2 |
For sleep cometh upon all | R |
Rock and castle flower and tree | R |
And the turrets wave and quiver | O |
And the battlemented wall | R |
Bendeth in the haze of noon | A2 |
And the fir cones one by one | P |
Split like thunder in the heat | L |
And the old king hearing it | L |
Saith It is the angry sun '' | - |
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But as noontide slowly wears | C2 |
From the hollows underneath | K |
Solemn ravens cross in pairs | C2 |
Drop a hollow croak and pass | D2 |
Which the king who listeneth | K |
Readeth for the name of Death | K |
And he mocketh at the sound | L |
Croaketh back a croak as hoarse | E2 |
For he knoweth they are bound | L |
To the dell where on the grass | D2 |
There is that which was a corse | E2 |
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Suddenly a merry noise | F2 |
In the garden makes him glad | L |
For he knoweth well what joys | F2 |
Noise and merriment shall bring | G2 |
They are children come to tread | L |
The young daisies on the head | L |
And he loveth well their play | R |
For they take the butterflies | A |
And they tear them wing from wing | G2 |
And the old king looketh wise | A |
At the footstep on the bed | L |
And the broken myrtle spray | R |
And he readeth all the lies | A |
Which their innocence shall tell | R |
Well it pleaseth him such eyes | A |
Should have learned the speech of Hell | R |
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But at evening lovers walk | H2 |
Underneath the ilex trees | I2 |
And the king hath heard their talk | H2 |
And the vows which they have spoken | P |
And he knoweth too the tale | R |
Of the vows which they have broken | P |
And the name and history | R |
And the secret which doth lie | R |
Underneath their smiling pale | R |
And the hidden tale of sorrow | J2 |
Of the maiden as she goes | F |
And the pleasures she doth borrow | J2 |
That her grief may learn to die | R |
And he laugheth at her woes | F |
As his red eye reads the scrawl | R |
Love once wrote upon the wall | R |
Love grown cold whose tasting is | K2 |
Like the last lees of a kiss | L2 |
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Thus he sitteth till the sun | P |
Sendeth out long shadows slant | L |
Till the fish tanks down beneath | K |
Hidden lie in vapour dun | P |
And the castle rising gaunt | L |
Slowly stretcheth out its limbs | M2 |
Like a drowsy headed Hun | P |
But when all is deep in shade | L |
And the broad sun on the sea | R |
Lieth on his flaming bed | L |
Twisteth writheth in agony | R |
Like a wizard fiery clad | L |
Tortured and about to die | R |
Then the old king goeth mad | L |
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And he curseth loud thereat | L |
Curseth at the setting sun | P |
Curseth at the coming night | L |
Curseth at the flitting bat | L |
And the stars which cannot see | R |
Curseth at the pale moonrise | R |
And her solemn mockery | R |
Of a daylight which is done | P |
Thinketh though he should curse the skies | R |
Every hour till night is gone | S |
Naught his curses may devise | R |
For the pale moon's sorceries | R |
Or the darkness which shall be | R |
This the thought which tortureth him | N2 |
That for all he watcheth close | R |
Though his eyes be bright alway | O2 |
And for all that he is king | G2 |
All the knowledge of all he knows | R |
Telleth not what night may bring | G2 |
Telleth not what steps may stray | R |
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Then he sendeth forth a scout | L |
Biddeth shut the garden gate | L |
And there is a sudden rout | L |
Of the children and the lovers | R |
Whom the warder's eye discovers | R |
In the twilight lurking late | L |
Lovers who are loath to part | L |
But their prayers avail them not | L |
And the maiden's witching pout | L |
Cannot melt the warder's heart | L |
Straightway he hath turned them out | L |
For along the castle wall | R |
Go the archers stout and tall | R |
And the king who sitteth still | R |
In the darkness of the tower | O |
Waiteth till the seneschal | R |
With his stalwart serving men | X |
Bear him out against his will | R |
In his chair while curses shower | O |
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To the banquet he is borne | P2 |
While the cracked bell tolleth slow | R |
And the king doth beat his breast | L |
Slowly to that chime forlorn | P2 |
Beateth on his beard of snow | R |
First in anger then in jest | L |
First in mirth and then in scorn | P2 |
Singeth low Ring bravely bell | R |
For thy voice is loud and dry | R |
Such a tongue as thine is good | L |
To out talk the chimes of Hell | R |
Laugh we bravely thou and I | R |
While the world is in laughing mood | L |
We may live to laugh its knell '' | - |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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