At San Giovanni Del Lago Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHIH JKJK LMLM NONO PKPK QMQM RORO HSHT UVUV WXWX YZY A2B2A2B2 A2YC2 D2E2D2E2 FHFH F2D2F2D2 B2G2B2G2 KH2KH2 I2J2I2J2 K2L2K2L2 M2WM2 HDHD| I leaned upon the rustic bridge | A |
| And watched the streamlet make | B |
| Its chattering way past zigzag ridge | A |
| Down to the silent lake | B |
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| The sunlight flickered on the wave | C |
| Lay quiet on the hill | D |
| Italian sunshine bright and brave | C |
| Though 'twas but April still | D |
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| I heard the distant shepherd's shout | E |
| I heard the fisher's call | F |
| The lizards glistened in and out | E |
| Along the crannied wall | F |
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| Hard by in rudely frescoed niche | G |
| Hung Christ upon the tree | H |
| Round Him the Maries knelt and each | I |
| Was weeping bitterly | H |
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| A nightingale from out the trees | J |
| Rippled and then was dumb | K |
| But in the golden bays the bees | J |
| Kept up a constant hum | K |
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| Two peasant women of the land | L |
| Barefoot with tresses black | M |
| Came slowly toward me from the strand | L |
| With their burdens on their back | M |
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| Two wicker crates with linen piled | N |
| Just newly washed and wrung | O |
| And close behind a little child | N |
| That made the morning young | O |
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| Reaching the bridge each doffed her load | P |
| Resting before they clomb | K |
| Along the stony twisting road | P |
| Up to their mountain home | K |
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| Shortly the child just half its height | Q |
| Stooped 'neath her mother's pack | M |
| And strove and strove with all her might | Q |
| To lift it on her back | M |
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| Thereat my heart began to smile | R |
| Haply I speak their tongue | O |
| Can you '' I said not wait awhile | R |
| You won't be always young | O |
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| Why long to share the toil you see | H |
| Why hurry on the years | S |
| When life will one long season be | H |
| Of labour and of tears | T |
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| Be patient with your childhood Work | U |
| Will come full soon enough | V |
| From year to year from morn till murk | U |
| Life will be hard and rough | V |
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| And yours will grow and haply I | W |
| Revisiting this shore | X |
| In years to come will see and sigh | W |
| You are a child no more | X |
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| Yours then will be the moil the heat | Y |
| Yours be the strain and stress | Z |
| Pray Heaven Love then attend your feet | Y |
| To make life's burden less '' | - |
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| Thus as I spoke with steadfast stare | A2 |
| She clung between the two | B2 |
| Scarce understanding yet aware | A2 |
| That the sad words were true | B2 |
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| Down from the mother's face a tear | A2 |
| Fell to her naked feet | Y |
| But now unto the Signor dear | C2 |
| Your poesy repeat '' | - |
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| Without demur the little maid | D2 |
| Spread out her palms and lo | E2 |
| From lips that lisped yet unafraid | D2 |
| Sweet verse began to flow | E2 |
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| She told the story that we all | F |
| Learn at our mother's knee | H |
| Of Eve's transgression Adam's fall | F |
| And Heaven's great clemency | H |
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| How Jesus was by Mary's hands | F2 |
| In the rough manger laid | D2 |
| And by rich Kings from far off lands | F2 |
| Was pious homage paid | D2 |
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| Then how though cruel Herod slew | B2 |
| The suckling babes and thought | G2 |
| To baffle God Christ lived and grew | B2 |
| And in the temple taught | G2 |
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| She raised her hands to suit the rhyme | K |
| She clasped them on her heart | H2 |
| There never lived the city mime | K |
| So well had played the part | H2 |
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| When she broke off I was too choked | I2 |
| With tenderness to speak | J2 |
| And so her little form I stroked | I2 |
| And kissed her on the cheek | J2 |
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| And took a sweetmeat that I had | K2 |
| And put it in her mouth | L2 |
| O then she danced like a stream that's glad | K2 |
| When it hurries to the south | L2 |
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| She danced she skipped she kissed good bye '' | - |
| She frolicked round and round | M2 |
| The pair resumed their packs and I | W |
| Sate rooted to the ground | M2 |
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| A rivederla '' Then the three | H |
| Went winding up the hill | D |
| Ah they have long forgotten me | H |
| But I remember still | D |
Alfred Austin
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