The Daguerreotype Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACBCCDEFFGDHIJHJIK KLMMLNLN NNOOPPNFFQQNBNNBBNNN FFRRRF SNTSRNRUUTFNFVVNPPWX WYZRA2B2C2B2D2D2E2E2 F2SSNG2TG2TG2RRSSF2F 2H2D2H2H2NI2I2ND2NNJ 2NJ2NQK2L2NQNNFFNNB2 B2NNRNNNRRNNRRRLLLYN YH2H2NM2UNNNMMLLBBNB BLLN2N2LLBBLO2O2LLLN NLLLLLLP2RLRZRP2RZL LLLLLQ2BBBQ2Q2LLR2R2| This then is she | A |
| My mother as she looked at seventeen | B |
| When she first met my father Young incredibly | A |
| Younger than spring without the faintest trace | C |
| Of disappointment weariness or tean | B |
| Upon the childlike earnestness and grace | C |
| Of the waiting face | C |
| Those close wound ropes of pearl | D |
| Or common beads made precious by their use | E |
| Seem heavy for so slight a throat to wear | F |
| But the low bodice leaves the shoulders bare | F |
| And half the glad swell of the breast for news | G |
| That now the woman stirs within the girl | D |
| And yet | H |
| Even so the loops and globes | I |
| Of beaten gold | J |
| And jet | H |
| Hung in the stately way of old | J |
| From the ears' drooping lobes | I |
| On festivals and Lord's day of the week | K |
| Show all too matron sober for the cheek | K |
| Which now I look again is perfect child | L |
| Or no or no 't is girlhood's very self | M |
| Moulded by some deep mischief ridden elf | M |
| So meek so maiden mild | L |
| But startling the close gazer with the sense | N |
| Of passions forest shy and forest wild | L |
| And delicate delirious merriments | N |
| - | |
| As a moth beats sidewise | N |
| And up and over and tries | N |
| To skirt the irresistible lure | O |
| Of the flame that has him sure | O |
| My spirit that is none too strong to day | P |
| Flutters and makes delay | P |
| Pausing to wonder on the perfect lips | N |
| Lifting to muse upon the low drawn hair | F |
| And each hid radiance there | F |
| But powerless to stem the tide race bright | Q |
| The vehement peace which drifts it toward the light | Q |
| Where soon ah now with cries | N |
| Of grief and giving up unto its gain | B |
| It shrinks no longer nor denies | N |
| But dips | N |
| Hurriedly home to the exquisite heart of pain | B |
| And all is well for I have seen them plain | B |
| The unforgettable the unforgotten eyes | N |
| Across the blinding gush of these good tears | N |
| They shine as in the sweet and heavy years | N |
| When by her bed and chair | F |
| We children gathered jealously to share | F |
| The sunlit aura breathing myrrh and thyme | R |
| Where the sore stricken body made a clime | R |
| Gentler than May and pleasanter than rhyme | R |
| Holier and more mystical than prayer | F |
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| God how thy ways are strange | S |
| That this should be even this | N |
| The patient head | T |
| Which suffered years ago the dreary change | S |
| That these so dewy lips should be the same | R |
| As those I stooped to kiss | N |
| And heard my harrowing half spoken name | R |
| A little ere the one who bowed above her | U |
| Our father and her very constant lover | U |
| Rose stoical and we knew that she was dead | T |
| Then I who could not understand or share | F |
| His antique nobleness | N |
| Being unapt to bear | F |
| The insults which time flings us for our proof | V |
| Fled from the horrible roof | V |
| Into the alien sunshine merciless | N |
| The shrill satiric fields ghastly with day | P |
| Raging to front God in his pride of sway | P |
| And hurl across the lifted swords of fate | W |
| That ringed Him where He sat | X |
| My puny gage of scorn and desolate hate | W |
| Which somehow should undo Him after all | Y |
| That this girl face expectant virginal | Z |
| Which gazes out at me | R |
| Boon as a sweetheart as if nothing loth | A2 |
| Save for the eyes with other presage stored | B2 |
| To pledge me troth | C2 |
| And in the kingdom where the heart is lord | B2 |
| Take sail on the terrible gladness of the deep | D2 |
| Whose winds the gray Norns keep | D2 |
| That this should be indeed | E2 |
| The flesh which caught my soul a flying seed | E2 |
| Out of the to and fro | F2 |
| Of scattering hands where the seedsman Mage | S |
| Stooping from star to star and age to age | S |
| Sings as he sows | N |
| That underneath this breast | G2 |
| Nine moons I fed | T |
| Deep of divine unrest | G2 |
| While over and over in the dark she said | T |
| Bless egrave d but not as happier children blessed | G2 |
| That this should be | R |
| Even she | R |
| God how with time and change | S |
| Thou makest thy footsteps strange | S |
| Ah now I know | F2 |
| They play upon me and it is not so | F2 |
| Why 't is a girl I never saw before | H2 |
| A little thing to flatter and make weep | D2 |
| To tease until her heart is sore | H2 |
| Then kiss and clear the score | H2 |
| A gypsy run the fields | N |
| A little liberal daughter of the earth | I2 |
| Good for what hour of truancy and mirth | I2 |
| The careless season yields | N |
| Hither side the flood of the year and yonder of the neap | D2 |
| Then thank you thanks again and twenty light good byes | N |
| O shrined above the skies | N |
| Frown not clear brow | J2 |
| Darken not holy eyes | N |
| Thou knowest well I know that it is thou | J2 |
| Only to save me from such memories | N |
| As would unman me quite | Q |
| Here in this web of strangeness caught | K2 |
| And prey to troubled thought | L2 |
| Do I devise | N |
| These foolish shifts and slight | Q |
| Only to shield me from the afflicting sense | N |
| Of some waste influence | N |
| Which from this morning face and lustrous hair | F |
| Breathes on me sudden ruin and despair | F |
| In any other guise | N |
| With any but this girlish depth of gaze | N |
| Your coming had not so unsealed and poured | B2 |
| The dusty amphoras where I had stored | B2 |
| The drippings of the winepress of my days | N |
| I think these eyes foresee | N |
| Now in their unawakened virgin time | R |
| Their mother's pride in me | N |
| And dream even now unconsciously | N |
| Upon each soaring peak and sky hung lea | N |
| You pictured I should climb | R |
| Broken premonitions come | R |
| Shapes gestures visionary | N |
| Not as once to maiden Mary | N |
| The manifest angel with fresh lilies came | R |
| Intelligibly calling her by name | R |
| But vanishingly dumb | R |
| Thwarted and bright and wild | L |
| As heralding a sin defiled | L |
| Earth encumbered blood begotten passionate man child | L |
| Who yet should be a trump of mighty call | Y |
| Blown in the gates of evil kings | N |
| To make them fall | Y |
| Who yet should be a sword of flame before | H2 |
| The soul's inviolate door | H2 |
| To beat away the clang of hellish wings | N |
| Who yet should be a lyre | M2 |
| Of high unquenchable desire | U |
| In the day of little things | N |
| Look where the amphoras | N |
| The yield of many days | N |
| Trod by my hot soul from the pulp of self | M |
| And set upon the shelf | M |
| In sullen pride | L |
| The Vineyard master's tasting to abide | L |
| O mother mine | B |
| Are these the bringings in the doings fine | B |
| Of him you used to praise | N |
| Emptied and overthrown | B |
| The jars lie strown | B |
| These for their flavor duly nursed | L |
| Drip from the stopples vinegar accursed | L |
| These I thought honied to the very seal | N2 |
| Dry dry a little acid meal | N2 |
| A pinch of mouldy dust | L |
| Sole leavings of the amber mantling must | L |
| These rude to look upon | B |
| But flasking up the liquor dearest won | B |
| Through sacred hours and hard | L |
| With watching and with wrestlings and with grief | O2 |
| Even of these of these in chief | O2 |
| The stale breath sickens reeking from the shard | L |
| Nothing is left Aye how much less than naught | L |
| What shall be said or thought | L |
| Of the slack hours and waste imaginings | N |
| The cynic rending of the wings | N |
| Known to that froward that unreckoning heart | L |
| Whereof this brewage was the precious part | L |
| Treasured and set away with furtive boast | L |
| O dear and cruel ghost | L |
| Be merciful be just | L |
| See I was yours and I am in the dust | L |
| Then look not so as if all things were well | P2 |
| Take your eyes from me leave me to my shame | R |
| Or else if gaze they must | L |
| Steel them with judgment darken them with blame | R |
| But by the ways of light ineffable | Z |
| You bade me go and I have faltered from | R |
| By the low waters moaning out of hell | P2 |
| Whereto my feet have come | R |
| Lay not on me these intolerable | Z |
| Looks of rejoicing love of pride of happy trust | L |
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| Nothing dismayed | L |
| By all I say and all I hint not made | L |
| Afraid | L |
| O then stay by me Let | L |
| These eyes afflict me cleanse me keep me yet | L |
| Brave eyes and true | Q2 |
| See how the shrivelled heart that long has lain | B |
| Dead to delight and pain | B |
| Stirs and begins again | B |
| To utter pleasant life as if it knew | Q2 |
| The wintry days were through | Q2 |
| As if in its awakening boughs it heard | L |
| The quick sweet spoken bird | L |
| Strong eyes and brave | R2 |
| Inexorable to save | R2 |
William Vaughn Moody
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