Pictures On Enamel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCBCBCB DEDEEFBFBEB GEGEEEHEEHE BBBBBIJKBJB EEEEELE EEC EEEEEBEKEEEEEBE| When Astraled was lying like to die | A |
| Of love's green sickness all his bed was strown | B |
| With buds of crocus and anemone | B |
| For other flowers yet were barely none | B |
| And these he loved And so it came to pass | C |
| That when they deemed he slept then one by one | B |
| The watchers left him for the Candlemas | C |
| And thus he chanced upon his bed alone | B |
| When the day broke You might have deemed he was | C |
| An image of Hope slain by drear Oblivion | B |
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| The chamber where he lay was hushed as sorrow | D |
| Which is joy's anteroom The holy night | E |
| In silent expectation of the morrow | D |
| Gazed on the moon as some fair anchorite | E |
| On her own chastity until the sight | E |
| Made her heart ache But as the morning broke | F |
| Down the dim lobby came Somandolin | B |
| With her thick hair around her like a cloak | F |
| Even to her feet I wot she might have been | B |
| The dawn's own sister Clad in mystic white | E |
| More beautiful than awe came that fair woman in | B |
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| Long while she stood before the dreaming boy | G |
| Still as he lay on crimson cushions piled | E |
| And when she bent o'er him her breath did toy | G |
| With his dank hair Long while she stood and smiled | E |
| As smiled Elisha on the widow's child | E |
| In Shunam For although her lips were sad | E |
| As a broken bow if you had read their meaning | H |
| You would have learned the sense that smiling had | E |
| Was less of sorrow than of joy beguiled | E |
| To grief at the sad world and its revealing | H |
| As when the name of Death is whispered to a child | E |
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| Doubtless that lady knew the spell to win | B |
| The life blood back for when she bent her down | B |
| And laid her cheek to his that was so thin | B |
| The shut lips quivered and let fall a moan | B |
| As in sweet pain And next Somandolin | B |
| Put her white hand upon the sleeper's arm | I |
| Entangled in his tresses She could feel | J |
| The curls crisp back like leaves when they grow warm | K |
| Before a watchfire Then she took his chin | B |
| In her two palms and bade his eyes unseal | J |
| Their close shut lids and laid her lips upon his own | B |
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| Slowly as in a trance of wonderment | E |
| Those blue eyes opened wide as from the dead | E |
| His spirit stole Old memories came and went | E |
| Like summer lightnings and a murmur sped | E |
| To his dull ear until he deemed it said | E |
| In a new tongue which none might heed but he | L |
| Arise and worship for behold thy bed | E |
| And all about thee is as holy ground '' | - |
| And then he cried Behold dear love I rise '' | - |
| And on a sudden waking from his swound | E |
| A countenance of tearful majesty | E |
| And strange ecstatic love looked in his eyes | C |
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| These things were written for a mystery | E |
| In the Book of Life lest lovers in their need | E |
| Should faint for hunger by the road and die | E |
| Thus were they written Though a god should read | E |
| He could not choose but learn a newer creed | E |
| Transcending his own knowledge For anon | B |
| The Mass being ended came the rest with speed | E |
| Bearing with them the blest viaticum | K |
| And holy oils nor guessed he needed not | E |
| Who sought him a long hour The warder told | E |
| Erewhile a knight belike Sir Astraled | E |
| With a white lady rode the castle out | E |
| And all his harness was of burnished gold | E |
| Who pricking fast towards the rising sun | B |
| Was gone beyond the hills upon his battle steed | E |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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