On - On - Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCB DECCF GHCCH IJCCJ KLMM LINMON JPMQP RSETS UVWXV YLMJJON BZA2B2QC2D2P PLY E2PPPF2F2F2 F2G2P H2I2H2F2G2P| I to the open road | A |
| You to the hunchbacked street | B |
| Which of us two | C |
| Shall the earlier rue | C |
| That day we chanced to meet | B |
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| I with a heart that's sound | D |
| You with sick fancies of pain | E |
| Which of us two | C |
| Would the earlier rue | C |
| If we chanced to meet again | F |
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| I jingle homely lore | G |
| While you rhyme is with kiss | H |
| Which of us two | C |
| Will the earlier rue | C |
| The love of the Hoylake Miss | H |
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| Not I the first to go | I |
| Nor I the first to deceive | J |
| Which of us two | C |
| Shall the the earliest rue | C |
| Our garden of make believe | J |
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| You were a Chinese god | K |
| I an offering fair | L |
| As we entered the | M |
| Garden of Allah | M |
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| To sing our holy prayer | L |
| Entered with hearts bowed low | I |
| Yet I heard a voice that cried | N |
| For he is the god of the | M |
| Sacrifice | O |
| You are the crucified | N |
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| It was all make believe | J |
| A foolish game of play | P |
| Our garden of Allah | M |
| A drawing room | Q |
| Our Chinese god of clay | P |
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| Strings of bruises for pearls | R |
| Tears for forget me nots | S |
| And a deadly pain | E |
| Of the sickening shame | T |
| Watching the fading spots | S |
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| As quickly they faded | U |
| The heart of me faded as well | V |
| Until nothing is left | W |
| Of my garden | X |
| But a soul sunk to hell | V |
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| Hail | Y |
| Poet prend ton lute Je disparaire | L |
| No more together we'll enter the | M |
| Enchanted garden of make believe | J |
| Nor my sad soul listen while thine deceive | J |
| No more you'll be the God of Sacrifice | O |
| Nor I the crucified | N |
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| Ah Garden of Allah how bitter sweet | B |
| Thy fruit Why breakest thou the heart | Z |
| Why spoilest thou the soul with notes | A2 |
| From thy golden lute | B2 |
| Lo our garden a common room | Q |
| Our Chinese god burnt clay and | C2 |
| The singing of verses a funeral hymn | D2 |
| That awakes with awakening day | P |
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| 'Twas all such a meaningless play | P |
| Poet prend ton lute Je disparaitre | L |
| Hail | Y |
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| Poet take my hand we'll walk | E2 |
| Still a little way | P |
| I'll not desert thee at the close of day | P |
| I too must pray | P |
| A beggar asking alms of passers by | F2 |
| Does not refuse a drink to one who's dry | F2 |
| That once by him did lie | F2 |
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| Poet come close before I leave for aye | F2 |
| Take thou my hand we'll walk still | G2 |
| A little way | P |
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| One garment covered both to keep us warm | H2 |
| What harmed the one was't not the other's harm | I2 |
| Close clasped one single form | H2 |
| Was it not meant of aye | F2 |
| Poet take thou my hand we'll still | G2 |
| Walk a little way | P |
Aleister Crowley
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