Pictures On Enamel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCBCBCB DEDEEFBFBEB GEGEEEHEEHE BBBBBIJKBJB EEEEELE EEC EEEEEBEKEEEEEBE

When Astraled was lying like to dieA
Of love's green sickness all his bed was strownB
With buds of crocus and anemoneB
For other flowers yet were barely noneB
And these he loved And so it came to passC
That when they deemed he slept then one by oneB
The watchers left him for the CandlemasC
And thus he chanced upon his bed aloneB
When the day broke You might have deemed he wasC
An image of Hope slain by drear OblivionB
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The chamber where he lay was hushed as sorrowD
Which is joy's anteroom The holy nightE
In silent expectation of the morrowD
Gazed on the moon as some fair anchoriteE
On her own chastity until the sightE
Made her heart ache But as the morning brokeF
Down the dim lobby came SomandolinB
With her thick hair around her like a cloakF
Even to her feet I wot she might have beenB
The dawn's own sister Clad in mystic whiteE
More beautiful than awe came that fair woman inB
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Long while she stood before the dreaming boyG
Still as he lay on crimson cushions piledE
And when she bent o'er him her breath did toyG
With his dank hair Long while she stood and smiledE
As smiled Elisha on the widow's childE
In Shunam For although her lips were sadE
As a broken bow if you had read their meaningH
You would have learned the sense that smiling hadE
Was less of sorrow than of joy beguiledE
To grief at the sad world and its revealingH
As when the name of Death is whispered to a childE
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Doubtless that lady knew the spell to winB
The life blood back for when she bent her downB
And laid her cheek to his that was so thinB
The shut lips quivered and let fall a moanB
As in sweet pain And next SomandolinB
Put her white hand upon the sleeper's armI
Entangled in his tresses She could feelJ
The curls crisp back like leaves when they grow warmK
Before a watchfire Then she took his chinB
In her two palms and bade his eyes unsealJ
Their close shut lids and laid her lips upon his ownB
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Slowly as in a trance of wondermentE
Those blue eyes opened wide as from the deadE
His spirit stole Old memories came and wentE
Like summer lightnings and a murmur spedE
To his dull ear until he deemed it saidE
In a new tongue which none might heed but heL
Arise and worship for behold thy bedE
And all about thee is as holy ground ''-
And then he cried Behold dear love I rise ''-
And on a sudden waking from his swoundE
A countenance of tearful majestyE
And strange ecstatic love looked in his eyesC
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These things were written for a mysteryE
In the Book of Life lest lovers in their needE
Should faint for hunger by the road and dieE
Thus were they written Though a god should readE
He could not choose but learn a newer creedE
Transcending his own knowledge For anonB
The Mass being ended came the rest with speedE
Bearing with them the blest viaticumK
And holy oils nor guessed he needed notE
Who sought him a long hour The warder toldE
Erewhile a knight belike Sir AstraledE
With a white lady rode the castle outE
And all his harness was of burnished goldE
Who pricking fast towards the rising sunB
Was gone beyond the hills upon his battle steedE

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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