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The Defence Of Guenevere Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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But learning now that they would have her speak	A
She threw her wet hair backward from her brow	B
Her hand close to her mouth touching her cheek	A
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As though she had had there a shameful blow	C
And feeling it shameful to feel ought but shame	D
All through her heart yet felt her cheek burned so	C
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She must a little touch it like one lame	D
She walked away from Gauwaine with her head	E
Still lifted up and on her cheek of flame	D
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The tears dried quick she stopped at last and said	E
O knights and lords it seems but little skill	F
To talk of well known things past now and dead	E
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God wot I ought to say I have done ill	F
And pray you all forgiveness heartily	G
Because you must be right such great lords still	F
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Listen suppose your time were come to die	H
And you were quite alone and very weak	A
Yea laid a dying while very mightily	G
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The wind was ruffling up the narrow streak	A
Of river through your broad lands running well	I
Suppose a hush should come then some one speak	A
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'One of these cloths is heaven and one is hell	I
Now choose one cloth for ever which they be	G
I will not tell you you must somehow tell	I
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'Of your own strength and mightiness here see '	-
Yea yea my lord and you to ope your eyes	J
At foot of your familiar bed to see	G
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A great God's angel standing with such dyes	J
Not known on earth on his great wings and hands	K
Held at two ways light from the inner skies	J
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Showing him well and making his commands	K
Seem to be God's commands moreover too	L
Holding within his hands the cloths on wands	M
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And one of these strange choosing cloths was blue	L
Wavy and long and one cut short and red	E
No man could tell the better of the two	L
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After a shivering half hour you said	E
'God help heaven's colour the blue ' and he said 'hell '	-
Perhaps you then would roll upon your bed	E
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And cry to all good men that loved you well	I
'Ah Christ if only I had known known known '	-
Launcelot went away then I could tell	I
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Like wisest man how all things would be moan	N
And roll and hurt myself and long to die	H
And yet fear much to die for what was sown	N
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Nevertheless you O Sir Gauwaine lie	H
Whatever may have happened through these years	O
God knows I speak truth saying that you lie	H
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Her voice was low at first being full of tears	P
But as it cleared it grew full loud and shrill	F
Growing a windy shriek in all men's ears	O
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A ringing in their startled brains until	F
She said that Gauwaine lied then her voice sunk	Q
And her great eyes began again to fill	F
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Though still she stood right up and never shrunk	Q
But spoke on bravely glorious lady fair	R
Whatever tears her full lips may have drunk	Q
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She stood and seemed to think and wrung her hair	R
Spoke out at last with no more trace of shame	D
With passionate twisting of her body there	R
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It chanced upon a day that Launcelot came	D
To dwell at Arthur's court at Christmas time	S
This happened when the heralds sung his name	D
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'Son of King Ban of Benwick ' seemed to chime	S
Along with all the bells that rang that day	T
O'er the white roofs with little change of rhyme	S
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Christmas and whitened winter passed away	T
And over me the April sunshine came	D
Made very awful with black hail clouds yea	T
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And in the Summer I grew white with flame	D
And bowed my head down Autumn and the sick	U
Sure knowledge things would never be the same	D
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However often Spring might be most thick	U
Of blossoms and buds smote on me and I grew	L
Careless of most things let the clock tick tick	U
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To my unhappy pulse that beat right through	L
My eager body while I laughed out loud	V
And let my lips curl up at false or true	L
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Seemed cold and shallow without any cloud	V
Behold my judges then the cloths were brought	W
While I was dizzied thus old thoughts would crowd	V
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Belonging to the time ere I was bought	X
By Arthur's great name and his little love	Y
Must I give up for ever then I thought	W
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That which I deemed would ever round me move	Z
Glorifying all things for a little word	A2
Scarce ever meant at all must I now prove	Z
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Stone cold for ever Pray you does the Lord	B2
Will that all folks should be quite happy and good	C2
I love God now a little if this cord	B2
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Were broken once for all what striving could	C2
Make me love anything in earth or heaven	D2
So day by day it grew as if one should	C2
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Slip slowly down some path worn smooth and even	E2
Down to a cool sea on a summer day	T
Yet still in slipping there was some small leaven	D2
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Of stretched hands catching small stones by the way	T
Until one surely reached the sea at last	F2
And felt strange new joy as the worn head lay	T
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Back with the hair like sea weed yea all past	F2
Sweat of the forehead dryness of the lips	G2
Washed utterly out by the dear waves o'ercast	F2
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In the lone sea far off from any ships	G2
Do I not know now of a day in Spring	H2
No minute of that wild day ever slips	G2
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From out my memory I hear thrushes sing	H2
And wheresoever I may be straightway	T
Thoughts of it all come up with most fresh sting	H2
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I was half mad with beauty on that day	F2
And went without my ladies all alone	N
In a quiet garden walled round every way	F2
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I was right joyful of that wall of stone	N
That shut the flowers and trees up with the sky	H
And trebled all the beauty to the bone	N
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Yea right through to my heart grown very shy	H
With weary thoughts it pierced and made me glad	F2
Exceedingly glad and I knew verily	T
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A little thing just then had made me mad	F2
I dared not think as I was wont to do	F2
Sometimes upon my beauty if I had	F2
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Held out my long hand up against the blue	F2
And looking on the tenderly darken'd fingers	I2
Thought that by rights one ought to see quite through	F2
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There see you where the soft still light yet lingers	I2
Round by the edges what should I have done	D2
If this had joined with yellow spotted singers	I2
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And startling green drawn upward by the sun	D2
But shouting loosed out see now all my hair	R
And trancedly stood watching the west wind run	D2
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With faintest half heard breathing sound why there	R
I lose my head e'en now in doing this	J2
But shortly listen in that garden fair	R
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Came Launcelot walking this is true the kiss	J2
Wherewith we kissed in meeting that spring day	F2
I scarce dare talk of the remember'd bliss	J2
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When both our mouths went wandering in one way	F2
And aching sorely met among the leaves	K2
Our hands being left behind strained far away	F2
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Never within a yard of my bright sleeves	K2
Had Launcelot come before and now so nigh	H
After that day why is it Guenevere grieves	K2
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Nevertheless you O Sir Gauwaine lie	H
Whatever happened on through all those years	O
God knows I speak truth saying that you lie	H
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Being such a lady could I weep these tears	P
If this were true A great queen such as I	H
Having sinn'd this way straight her conscience sears	O
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And afterwards she liveth hatefully	H
Slaying and poisoning certes never weeps	L2
Gauwaine be friends now speak me lovingly	H
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Do I not see how God's dear pity creeps	L2
All through your frame and trembles in your mouth	M2
Remember in what grave your mother sleeps	L2
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Buried in some place far down in the south	M2
Men are forgetting as I speak to you	F2
By her head sever'd in that awful drouth	M2
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Of pity that drew Agravaine's fell blow	H
I pray your pity let me not scream out	F2
For ever after when the shrill winds blow	H
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Through half your castle locks let me not shout	F2
For ever after in the winter night	F2
When you ride out alone in battle rout	F2
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Let not my rusting tears make your sword light	F2
Ah God of mercy how he turns away	F2
So ever must I dress me to the fight	F2
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So let God's justice work Gauwaine I say	F2
See me hew down your proofs yea all men know	H
Even as you said how Mellyagraunce one day	F2
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One bitter day in la Fausse Garde for so	H
All good knights held it after saw	N2
Yea sirs by cursed unknightly out	F2