Fatima Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBB CCCCDDD EEEEFFF GGGFHHH FFFFAAA IJJJKKK| O Love Love Love O withering might | A |
| O sun that from thy noonday height | A |
| Shudderest when I strain my sight | A |
| Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light | A |
| Lo falling from my constant mind | B |
| Lo parch'd and wither'd deaf and blind | B |
| I whirl like leaves in roaring wind | B |
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| Last night I wasted hateful hours | C |
| Below the city's eastern towers | C |
| I thirsted for the brooks the showers | C |
| I roll'd among the tender flowers | C |
| I crush'd them on my breast my mouth | D |
| I look'd athwart the burning drouth | D |
| Of that long desert to the south | D |
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| Last night when some one spoke his name | E |
| From my swift blood that went and came | E |
| A thousand little shafts of flame | E |
| Were shiver'd in my narrow frame | E |
| O Love O fire once he drew | F |
| With one long kiss my whole soul thro' | F |
| My lips as sunlight drinketh dew | F |
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| Before he mounts the hill I know | G |
| He cometh quickly from below | G |
| Sweet gales as from deep gardens blow | G |
| Before him striking on my brow | F |
| In my dry brain my spirit soon | H |
| Down deepening from swoon to swoon | H |
| Faints like a daled morning moon | H |
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| The wind sounds like a silver wire | F |
| And from beyond the noon a fire | F |
| Is pour'd upon the hills and nigher | F |
| The skies stoop down in their desire | F |
| And isled in sudden seas of light | A |
| My heart pierced thro' with fierce delight | A |
| Bursts into blossom in his sight | A |
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| My whole soul waiting silently | I |
| All naked in a sultry sky | J |
| Droops blinded with his shining eye | J |
| I will possess him or will die | J |
| I will grow round him in his place | K |
| Grow live die looking on his face | K |
| Die dying clasp'd in his embrace | K |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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