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by Jules Lefebvre |
Dear and dark-eyed Lover of mine!
I, to have given you everything:
Beauty maddens the soul like Wine.
"She is proud to have held aloof her charms,
Slender, dark-eyed Lover of mine!
But I, of the night you lay in my arms:
Beauty maddens the sense like Wine!
"She triumphs to think that your heart is won,
Stately, dark-eyed Lover of mine!
I had not a thought of myself, not one:
Beauty maddens the brain like Wine!
"She will speak you softly, while skies are blue,
Dear, deluded Lover of mine!
I would lose both body and soul for you:
Beauty maddens the brain like Wine!
"While the ways are fair she will love you well,
Dear, disdainful Lover of mine!
But I would have followed you down to Hell:
Beauty maddens the soul like Wine!
"Though you lay at her feet the days to be,
Now no longer Lover of mine!
You can give her naught that you gave not me:
Beauty maddened my soul like Wine!
"When the years have shown what is false or true:
Beauty maddens the sight like Wine!
You will understand how I cared for you,
First and only Lover of mine!"

These metered quatrains with the second and forth lines repeated with slight variations and flipped in the last stanza are not a form found, as far as I can tell, in any particular tradition, and it must be concluded for now that the poet was either simply enjoying experimenting with repetitive songlike forms, or recording some type of song form overheard on the street, in her travels, among the soldier's camp followers or otherwise encountered "in the wild".
The repeating line "Dear dark eyed lover of mine!" with it's variations of stately, deluded, slender, etc, and "Beauty maddens the soul like wine!" with its variations of sense, brain and past tenses, work together over seven quatrains to create a singular and striking effect. These two repeated sentences are the only ones punctuated with expression marks, and their continual ringing out is somewhat like a tolling of the bells of doom. They provide a sense of inevitability to the poem - the intoxicating effects of Beauty are inescapable! You are dear but deluded, and slender but disdainful!...the excited and strident dirge rings on...
In fact this poem may, coincidentally or not, have more in common with Edgar Allan Poe's systematically insistent "The Bells" than anything else. Whether Hope admired Poe is not a topic I can argue at present, but suffice it to say that Poe was dead by 1848, his work long unleashed upon the world before Adela Cory was born, and his influence is possible.
The last stanza flips the form of the poem, but not the meaning - in other words it is not a true twist. However, changing the Beauty line to the 2nd place and the modified "Lover of mine" line to the 4th place adds interest, and emphasizes how much our fierce "Gipsy" narrator still wishes to assert her rights over her Beloved.

Thus in this poem we may be actually hearing an artifact of authentic Gypsy culture alive and belted out in camp one evening in the late 19th century, in a tradition that survived several ages of tents pitched and struck by passing armies that inevitably faded away as empires crumbled in succession.
Such ancient vocalizations would captivate the soul of any poet, especially our Violet, whose senses are no more resistant to Beauty than the lost lover of the song.
Enjoy an example of a woman singing in Urdu with clearly repetitive phrasing-

20.2.18
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