A Souless Singer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAC DADADA EFEFEF AGAGAG FHFHFH IJIJIJ KLKLKL BMBMBM| Hail throstle by thy ringing voice descried | A |
| Not by the wanderings of the tuneless wing | B |
| Now once again where fork d boughs divide | A |
| Lost in green leafage thou dost perch and sing | B |
| Trilling shrilling far and wide | A |
| It is Spring '' | C |
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| Thy matins peal long ere the rosy dawn | D |
| Unfolds its hull and burgeons into light | A |
| Nor cease thy vespers till from darkling lawn | D |
| The silent shadows steal away in flight | A |
| And the star lit tent is drawn | D |
| Round the Night | A |
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| Is it in Heaven or mid way of the Earth | E |
| Thou learn'st to outvoice outnumber all the Nine | F |
| What is the secret of thy madcap mirth | E |
| Wilt thou not tell it me and make it mine | F |
| What is all my singing worth | E |
| Matched with thine | F |
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| If heedless mortals only understood | A |
| What the prerogatives of real renown | G |
| Hearing thee warble in umbrageous wood | A |
| Or in the dingles of the rolling down | G |
| It is thou not I that should | A |
| Wear the Crown | G |
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| And yet perchance more deep and more divine | F |
| The insufficiency of my poor strain | H |
| One single solitary note is thine | F |
| Weak though they haply be yet I have twain | H |
| Joy is all thy song of mine | F |
| Half is pain | H |
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| Thou with thy carol flatterest the Year | I |
| But when it frolics into happy bloom | J |
| Only those notes hast thou wild chanticleer | I |
| That with their thoughtlessness can banish gloom | J |
| From its cradle I a tear | I |
| For its tomb | J |
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| Thou with the blossom and bud and baby leaf | K |
| Heartless of woe dost revel and rejoice | L |
| But for sere sorrow and the pensive sheaf | K |
| Lackest for all thy minstrelsy the voice | L |
| There are seasons when sweet grief | K |
| Is our choice | L |
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| So throstle be the very voice of Spring | B |
| And bring back rapture to the wrinkled bole | M |
| Of all life's chords joy is the leading string | B |
| And happiness is much but not the whole | M |
| Leave it then to me to sing | B |
| To the soul | M |
Alfred Austin
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