Spell-bound Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEG HIHI JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RSRS TUTU VWVW XYXY ZA2B2A2 UBUB C2D2C2E2 B2FB2F F2EF2E D2G2E2G2 H2I2H2G2 J2K2J2K2 HL2HL2| How weary is it none can tell | A |
| How dismally the days go by | B |
| I hear the tinkling of the bell | A |
| I see the cross against the sky | B |
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| The year wears round to Autumn tide | C |
| Yet comes no reaper to the corn | D |
| The golden land is like a bride | C |
| When first she knows herself forlorn | D |
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| She sits and weeps with all her hair | E |
| Laid downward over tender hands | F |
| For stain d silk she hath no care | E |
| No care for broken ivory wands | G |
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| The silver cups beside her stand | H |
| The golden stars on the blue roof | I |
| Yet glitter though against her hand | H |
| His cold sword presses for a proof | I |
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| He is not dead but gone away | J |
| How many hours did she wait | K |
| For me I wonder Till the day | J |
| Had faded wholly and the gate | K |
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| Clanged to behind returning knights | L |
| I wonder did she raise her head | M |
| And go away fleeing the lights | L |
| And lay the samite on her bed | M |
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| The wedding samite strewn with pearls | N |
| Then sit with hands laid on her knees | O |
| Shuddering at half heard sound of girls | N |
| That chatter outside in the breeze | O |
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| I wonder did her poor heart throb | P |
| At distant tramp of coming knight | Q |
| How often did the choking sob | P |
| Raise up her head and lips The light | Q |
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| Did it come on her unawares | R |
| And drag her sternly down before | S |
| People who loved her not in prayers | R |
| Did she say one name and no more | S |
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| And once all songs they ever sung | T |
| All tales they ever told to me | U |
| This only burden through them rung | T |
| O golden love that waitest me | U |
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| The days pass on pass on apace | V |
| Sometimes I have a little rest | W |
| In fairest dreams when on thy face | V |
| My lips lie or thy hands are prest | W |
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| About my forehead and thy lips | X |
| Draw near and nearer to mine own | Y |
| But when the vision from me slips | X |
| In colourless dawn I lie and moan | Y |
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| And wander forth with fever'd blood | Z |
| That makes me start at little things | A2 |
| The blackbird screaming from the wood | B2 |
| The sudden whirr of pheasants' wings | A2 |
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| O dearest scarcely seen by me | U |
| But when that wild time had gone by | B |
| And in these arms I folded thee | U |
| Who ever thought those days could die | B |
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| Yet now I wait and you wait too | C2 |
| For what perchance may never come | D2 |
| You think I have forgotten you | C2 |
| That I grew tired and went home | E2 |
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| But what if some day as I stood | B2 |
| Against the wall with strain d hands | F |
| And turn'd my face toward the wood | B2 |
| Away from all the golden lands | F |
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| And saw you come with tired feet | F2 |
| And pale face thin and wan with care | E |
| And stain d raiment no more neat | F2 |
| The white dust lying on your hair | E |
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| Then I should say I could not come | D2 |
| This land was my wide prison dear | G2 |
| I could not choose but go at home | E2 |
| There is a wizard whom I fear | G2 |
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| He bound me round with silken chains | H2 |
| I could not break he set me here | I2 |
| Above the golden waving plains | H2 |
| Where never reaper cometh near | G2 |
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| And you have brought me my good sword | J2 |
| Wherewith in happy days of old | K2 |
| I won you well from knight and lord | J2 |
| My heart upswells and I grow bold | K2 |
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| But I shall die unless you stand | H |
| Half lying now you are so weak | L2 |
| Within my arms unless your hand | H |
| Pass to and fro across my cheek | L2 |
William Morris
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