If I To You But Sorry Bring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FGFGHIHI JKJJLMLM NONOPQPQ JRJRSJSJ TITIUVUW| If I to you but sorrow bring | A |
| But aching hours and brackish tears | B |
| And that poor drooping Hope whose wing | A |
| Flags 'neath the weight of clogging fears | C |
| Then let me in the desert hide | D |
| This fatal gift this feverish breast | E |
| Or better 'neath the sounding tide | D |
| Be hushed and evermore at rest | E |
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| What recks it if at length I lie | F |
| In my cold bed of narrow earth | G |
| And neither wave nor sun nor sky | F |
| Vex me with its untimely mirth | G |
| Have I not known what 'tis to hold | H |
| In pulsing arms your bounding heart | I |
| Oh come dear Death and make them cold | H |
| If life can do no more than part | I |
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| For even then at times would stir | J |
| The veins that now with passion glow | K |
| And I within my sepulchre | J |
| Anon should warm and conscious grow | J |
| The pulse would throb the bosom wake | L |
| And crave the joy they once had known | M |
| And 'twere as easy for your sake | L |
| To find me there as here alone | M |
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| And then I feel that you would come | N |
| Would pierce the sod would cleave the wave | O |
| And as my heart was waxing numb | N |
| Would at my side a pillow crave | O |
| And I should start and live and find | P |
| In narrow bounds but tight embrace | Q |
| The bliss Despair had left behind | P |
| And never thought again to face | Q |
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| The world is wide but tell me where | J |
| Where shall I wander and not see | R |
| See hear and feel on earth in air | J |
| Something that doth remind of thee | R |
| If I ascend to heaven thou | S |
| Wilt be my first sole seraph there | J |
| And did I don the demon's brow | S |
| Wouldst all my dear damnation share | J |
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| Not good nor ill not life nor death | T |
| Not dark not light not joy not smart | I |
| Not one of these betokeneth | T |
| What unto me thou loved one art | I |
| Thou art my first my last my all | U |
| What keeps me here what calls me hence | V |
| At once my freedom and my thrall | U |
| My centre my circumference | W |
Alfred Austin
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