A Rare Guest Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDDEEFF EEGGHHIIAAJ KKDDDDLL FMMDDNO FDDFFPPQQJJ AADD| Love that all men think they know | A |
| Is a rare guest here below | A |
| But with mortals when it stays | B |
| These are its unerring ways | B |
| - | |
| I | - |
| Love builds secret half afraid | C |
| In the covert in the shade | C |
| Fostering where none know it is | D |
| Solitary gladnesses | D |
| Pry not on its brooding breast | E |
| Lest it should desert its nest | E |
| Then all seen you naught can save | F |
| 'Twas a cradle 'tis a grave | F |
| - | |
| II | - |
| Love loves tumult closed with rest | E |
| Spreads its wings and bares its breast | E |
| To the unrelenting strain | G |
| Of the passionate hurricane | G |
| Though its plumes are frayed like foam | H |
| On it presses still for home | H |
| Upward slowly onward fast | I |
| Till when it descries at last | I |
| Tall tops swaying to and fro | A |
| Down it drops to nest below | A |
| Then the wind that rocks the tree | J |
| Is to it a lullaby | - |
| - | |
| III | - |
| Fancy talks itself away | K |
| Love hath ever naught to say | K |
| Save again the hushed caress | D |
| And the sweet long silences | D |
| Glistening gaze of trustful eyes | D |
| Where none questions none replies | D |
| Like enraptured with its lot | L |
| Star that shines but speaketh not | L |
| - | |
| IV | F |
| Men wax rich by thrifty living | M |
| Love is opulent from giving | M |
| Keeps its store from growing less | D |
| By unceasing lavishness | D |
| Richest when it squanders all | N |
| Never ruined prodigal | O |
| - | |
| V | F |
| Lastly Love if it could choose | D |
| Would not as gross worldlings use | D |
| Summon smiles and state to be | F |
| Sponsors to felicity | F |
| These it fain would keep apart | P |
| From the nuptials of the heart | P |
| Or if they perforce attend | Q |
| Find them rather foe than friend | Q |
| For without the world's disfavour | J |
| Sweet love loses half its savour | J |
| - | |
| Love that all men think they know | A |
| Is a rare guest here below | A |
| But with mortals when it stays | D |
| These are its unerring ways | D |
Alfred Austin
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