A Day In The Castle Of Envy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The castle walls are full of eyesA
And not a mouse may creep unseenB
All the window slits are spiesA
And the towers stand sentinelC
High above the gardens greenB
Not a lizard lurking closeD
In the brambles of the dellE
Not a beetle as he goesF
Toiling in the dust may tellE
The least secret of his woesF
To the idle butterfliesA
Not a privet moth may flitG
But the castle looketh wiseA
But the old king knoweth itG
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All day long the garden gatesH
Open stand for who will inI
For the old king loveth wellE
The reek of human loves and hatesH
Most of all he loveth sinI
All that sendeth souls to HellE
All that hath the earthy smellE
Of a joy that soon shall dieJ
And he sitteth there and saithK
Every creature that hath breathK
Goeth with the taint of death ''-
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There he waiteth overheadL
Spieth out what he may spyJ
Like an evil omened gledL
From the morning till the nightL
There is nothing which doth moveM
There is nothing which can lieJ
Still and hidden out of sightL
But he seeth it aboveN
But he feeleth all the pleasureO
Of its basking in the sunP
And his wisdom taketh measureO
Of the sorrow which shall comeQ
When the summer days are doneP
Life and love are quickly runP
So he watcheth silentlyR
Waiting till the end shall beR
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There he sitteth at the dawnS
When the world begins to rouseT
And the daisies on the lawnS
Open wide their stainless eyesA
Then he feeleth as in painU
For the wrinkles on his browsV
He doth envy the sunriseA
That it maketh all things gayW
And his jealous ear hath heardL
The first piping of a birdL
And he curseth at the dayW
But his curses are in vainU
For the world grows young againX
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From the shadow of the rocksY
Stealing out and stealing inI
Creeps the hungry foot pad foxY
On the wild fowls nestled closeD
Then a weirdly smile and thinI
Curleth on his lip and noseF
As the red beast winds the flocksY
And there is an evil mirthK
In the glitter of his eyeJ
For the sun hath warmed the earthK
And he seeth something stirO
In the grass and then awakeZ
Turn and stretch her stealthilyR
And he hisseth at the snakeZ
As the heat unfoldeth herO
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There he bideth through the noonA2
While the pine tops clash togetherO
Till deep silence like a tuneA2
Wrappeth all the earth and airB2
And the old king dreamilyR
Noddeth his great heron featherO
As he sitteth in his chairB2
For sleep cometh upon allR
Rock and castle flower and treeR
And the turrets wave and quiverO
And the battlemented wallR
Bendeth in the haze of noonA2
And the fir cones one by oneP
Split like thunder in the heatL
And the old king hearing itL
Saith It is the angry sun ''-
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But as noontide slowly wearsC2
From the hollows underneathK
Solemn ravens cross in pairsC2
Drop a hollow croak and passD2
Which the king who listenethK
Readeth for the name of DeathK
And he mocketh at the soundL
Croaketh back a croak as hoarseE2
For he knoweth they are boundL
To the dell where on the grassD2
There is that which was a corseE2
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Suddenly a merry noiseF2
In the garden makes him gladL
For he knoweth well what joysF2
Noise and merriment shall bringG2
They are children come to treadL
The young daisies on the headL
And he loveth well their playR
For they take the butterfliesA
And they tear them wing from wingG2
And the old king looketh wiseA
At the footstep on the bedL
And the broken myrtle sprayR
And he readeth all the liesA
Which their innocence shall tellR
Well it pleaseth him such eyesA
Should have learned the speech of HellR
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But at evening lovers walkH2
Underneath the ilex treesI2
And the king hath heard their talkH2
And the vows which they have spokenP
And he knoweth too the taleR
Of the vows which they have brokenP
And the name and historyR
And the secret which doth lieR
Underneath their smiling paleR
And the hidden tale of sorrowJ2
Of the maiden as she goesF
And the pleasures she doth borrowJ2
That her grief may learn to dieR
And he laugheth at her woesF
As his red eye reads the scrawlR
Love once wrote upon the wallR
Love grown cold whose tasting isK2
Like the last lees of a kissL2
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Thus he sitteth till the sunP
Sendeth out long shadows slantL
Till the fish tanks down beneathK
Hidden lie in vapour dunP
And the castle rising gauntL
Slowly stretcheth out its limbsM2
Like a drowsy headed HunP
But when all is deep in shadeL
And the broad sun on the seaR
Lieth on his flaming bedL
Twisteth writheth in agonyR
Like a wizard fiery cladL
Tortured and about to dieR
Then the old king goeth madL
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And he curseth loud thereatL
Curseth at the setting sunP
Curseth at the coming nightL
Curseth at the flitting batL
And the stars which cannot seeR
Curseth at the pale moonriseR
And her solemn mockeryR
Of a daylight which is doneP
Thinketh though he should curse the skiesR
Every hour till night is goneS
Naught his curses may deviseR
For the pale moon's sorceriesR
Or the darkness which shall beR
This the thought which tortureth himN2
That for all he watcheth closeR
Though his eyes be bright alwayO2
And for all that he is kingG2
All the knowledge of all he knowsR
Telleth not what night may bringG2
Telleth not what steps may strayR
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Then he sendeth forth a scoutL
Biddeth shut the garden gateL
And there is a sudden routL
Of the children and the loversR
Whom the warder's eye discoversR
In the twilight lurking lateL
Lovers who are loath to partL
But their prayers avail them notL
And the maiden's witching poutL
Cannot melt the warder's heartL
Straightway he hath turned them outL
For along the castle wallR
Go the archers stout and tallR
And the king who sitteth stillR
In the darkness of the towerO
Waiteth till the seneschalR
With his stalwart serving menX
Bear him out against his willR
In his chair while curses showerO
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To the banquet he is borneP2
While the cracked bell tolleth slowR
And the king doth beat his breastL
Slowly to that chime forlornP2
Beateth on his beard of snowR
First in anger then in jestL
First in mirth and then in scornP2
Singeth low Ring bravely bellR
For thy voice is loud and dryR
Such a tongue as thine is goodL
To out talk the chimes of HellR
Laugh we bravely thou and IR
While the world is in laughing moodL
We may live to laugh its knell ''-

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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