Sorrow And The Flowers. - A Memorial Wreath To C. F Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC CDCD EFFF GAGA HIHI JKJK LMLM F NFNFNNF O PFPF GQFQ J RSRSTUTU V WFWXXF M FFFFFFFF F FFFFCFFYYRRZA2 B2 JJCCJFB2FB2C2C2B2 Z FD2FD2E2E2FD2D2F2F2K K A QCG2CFF

SorrowA
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A garland for a grave Fair flowers that bloomB
And only bloom to fade as fast awayC
We twine your leaflets 'round our Claudia's tombB
And with your dying beauty crown her clayC
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Ye are the tender types of life's decayC
Your beauty and your love enfragranced breathD
From out the hand of June or heart of MayC
Fair flowers tell less of life and more of deathD
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My name is Sorrow I have knelt at gravesE
All o'er the weary world for weary yearsF
I kneel there still and still my anguish lavesF
The sleeping dust with moaning streams of tearsF
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And yet the while I garland graves as nowG
I bring fair wreaths to deck the place of woeA
Whilst joy is crowning many a living browG
I crown the poor frail dust that sleeps belowA
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She was a flower fresh fair and pure and frailH
A lily in life's morning God is sweetI
He reached His hand there rose a mother's wailH
Her lily drooped 'tis blooming at His feetI
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Where are the flowers to crown the faded flowerJ
I want a garland for another graveK
And who will bring them from the dell and bowerJ
To crown what God hath taken with what heaven gaveK
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As though ye heard my voice ye heed my willL
Ye come with fairest flowers give them to meM
To crown our Claudia Love leads memory stillL
To prove at graves love's immortalityM
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White RoseF
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Her grave is not a grave it is a shrineN
Where innocence reposesF
Bright over which God's stars must love to shineN
And where when Winter closesF
Fair Spring shall come and in her garland twineN
Just like this hand of mineN
The whitest of white rosesF
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LaurelO
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I found it on a mountain slopeP
The sunlight on its faceF
It caught from clouds a smile of hopeP
That brightened all the placeF
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They wreathe with it the warrior's browG
And crown the chieftain's headQ
But the laurel's leaves love best to graceF
The garland of the deadQ
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Wild FlowerJ
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I would not live in a gardenR
But far from the haunts of menS
Nature herself was my wardenR
I lived in a lone little glenS
A wild flower out of the wildwoodT
Too wild for even a nameU
As strange and as simple as childhoodT
And wayward yet sweet all the sameU
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Willow BranchV
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To sorrow's own sweet crownW
With simple graceF
The weeping willow bends her branches downW
Just like a mother's armX
To shield from harmX
The dead within their resting placeF
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LilyM
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The angel flower of all the flowersF
Its sister flowersF
In all the bowersF
Worship the lily for it bringsF
Wherever it bloomsF
On shrines or tombsF
A dream surpassing earthly senseF
Of heaven's own stainless innocenceF
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Violet LeavesF
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It is too late for violetsF
I only bring their leavesF
I looked in vain for mignonettesF
To grace the crown grief weavesF
For queenly May upon her wayC
Robs half the bowersF
Of all their flowersF
And leaves but leaves to JuneY
Ah beauty fades so soonY
And the valley grows lonely in spite of the sunR
For flowerets are fading fast one by oneR
Leaves for a grave leaves for a garlandZ
Leaves for a little flower gone to the far landA2
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Forget Me NotB2
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Forget me not The sad words strangely quiverJ
On lips like shadows falling on a riverJ
Flowing awayC
By night by dayC
Flowing away foreverJ
The mountain whence the river springsF
Murmurs to it forget me notB2
The little stream runs on and singsF
On to the sea and every spotB2
It passes byC2
Breathes forth a sighC2
Forget me not forget me notB2
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A GarlandZ
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I bring this for her mother ah who knowsF
The lonely deeps within a mother's heartD2
Beneath the wildest wave of woe that flowsF
Above around her when her children partD2
There is a sorrow silent dark and loneE2
It sheds no tears it never maketh moanE2
Whene'er a child dies from a mother's armsF
A grave is dug within the mother's heartD2
She watches it alone no words of artD2
Can tell the story of her vigils thereF2
This garland fading even while 'tis fairF2
It is a mother's memory of a graveK
When God hath taken her whom heaven gaveK
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SorrowA
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Farewell I go to crown the deadQ
Yet ye have crowned yourselves to dayC
For they whose hearts so faithful loveG2
The lonely grave the very clayC
They crown themselves with richer gemsF
Than flash in royal diademsF

Abram Joseph Ryan



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