The Blue Closet Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 72 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

A Simple Gift Of Clarity
by Michael Mcguire
Ring Of Fire
by N. Khanyile
A Disturbing Dream
by Marlon Pitter
Crab Lice
by Marlon Pitter
Biography Of The Anonymous
by Gilbert Sordebabari
Lost In Search Of A Saved Child
by Michael Mcguire
Dark Lens
by Gilbert Sordebabari
The Ship
by Pieter Sanders
Rose Bush
by Aubrie J Chellman
Between Condemning Bad Acts And Doing Bad Things, Which One Is Worse?
by Marlon Pitter

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2415 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

THE DAMOZELS	A
	-
Lady Alice lady Louise	A
Between the wash of the tumbling seas	A
We are ready to sing if so ye please	A
So lay your long hands on the keys	A
Sing Laudate pueri	B
	-
And ever the great bell overhead	C
Boom'd in the wind a knell for the dead	C
Though no one toll'd it a knell for the dead	C
	-
LADY LOUISE	A
	-
Sister let the measure swell	D
Not too loud for you sing not well	D
If you drown the faint boom of the bell	D
He is weary so am I	E
	-
And ever the chevron overhead	C
Flapped on the banner of the dead	C
Was he asleep or was he dead	C
	-
LADY ALICE	A
	-
Alice the Queen and Louise the Queen	F
Two damozels wearing purple and green	F
Four lone ladies dwelling here	B
From day to day and year to year	B
And there is none to let us go	G
To break the locks of the doors below	G
Or shovel away the heaped up snow	G
And when we die no man will know	G
That we are dead but they give us leave	H
Once every year on Christmas eve	H
To sing in the Closet Blue one song	I
And we should be so long so long	I
If we dared in singing for dream on dream	J
They float on in a happy stream	J
Float from the gold strings float from the keys	A
Float from the open'd lips of Louise	A
But alas the sea salt oozes through	B
The chinks of the tiles of the Closet Blue	B
And ever the great bell overhead	C
Booms in the wind a knell for the dead	C
The wind plays on it a knell for the dead	C
	-
They sing all together	B
	-
How long ago was it how long ago	G
He came to this tower with hands full of snow	G
	-
Kneel down O love Louise kneel down he said	C
And sprinkled the dusty snow over my head	C
	-
He watch'd the snow melting it ran through my hair	B
Ran over my shoulders white shoulders and bare	B
	-
I cannot weep for thee poor love Louise	A
For my tears are all hidden deep under the seas	A
	-
In a gold and blue casket she keeps all my tears	A
But my eyes are no longer blue as in old years	A
	-
Yea they grow grey with time grow small and dry	E
I am so feeble now would I might die	E
	-
And in truth the great bell overhead	C
Left off his pealing for the dead	C
Perchance because the wind was dead	C
	-
Will he come back again or is he dead	C
O is he sleeping my scarf round his head	C
	-
Or did they strangle him as he lay there	B
With the long scarlet scarf I used to wear	B
	-
Only I pray thee Lord let him come here	B
Both his soul and his body to me are most dear	B
	-
Dear Lord that loves me I wait to receive	H
Either body or spirit this wild Christmas eve	H
	-
Through the floor shot up a lily red	C
With a patch of earth from the land of the dead	C
For he was strong in the land of the dead	C
	-
What matter that his cheeks were pale	K
His kind kiss'd lips all grey	B
O love Louise have you waited long	I
O my lord Arthur yea	B
	-
What if his hair that brush'd her cheek	L
Was stiff with frozen rime	J
His eyes were grown quite blue again	M
As in the happy time	J
	-
O love Louise this is the key	N
Of the happy golden land	O
O sisters cross the bridge with me	N
My eyes are full of sand	O
What matter that I cannot see	N
If ye take me by the hand	O
	-
And ever the great bell overhead	C
And the tumbling seas mourned for the dead	C
For their song ceased and they were dead	C

William Morris

The Blue Closet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

About The Blue Closet

Write your comment about The Blue Closet poem by William Morris

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets