In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6. One Writes, That Other Friends Rem Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDDCEFFE GHHG IJJI KLLM NOON PQQP RSSR TUUV WXXXOne writes that Other friends remain | A |
That Loss is common to the race | B |
And common is the commonplace | B |
And vacant chaff well meant for grain | A |
That loss is common would not make | C |
My own less bitter rather more | D |
Too common Never morning wore | D |
To evening but some heart did break | C |
O father wheresoe'er thou be | E |
Who pledgest now thy gallant son | F |
A shot ere half thy draught be done | F |
Hath still'd the life that beat from thee | E |
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O mother praying God will save | G |
Thy sailor while thy head is bow'd | H |
His heavy shotted hammock shroud | H |
Drops in his vast and wandering grave | G |
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Ye know no more than I who wrought | I |
At that last hour to please him well | J |
Who mused on all I had to tell | J |
And something written something thought | I |
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Expecting still his advent home | K |
And ever met him on his way | L |
With wishes thinking here to day | L |
Or here to morrow will he come | M |
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O somewhere meek unconscious dove | N |
That sitteth ranging golden hair | O |
And glad to find thyself so fair | O |
Poor child that waiteth for thy love | N |
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For now her father's chimney glows | P |
In expectation of a guest | Q |
And thinking this will please him best | Q |
She takes a riband or a rose | P |
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For he will see them on to night | R |
And with the thought her colour burns | S |
And having left the glass she turns | S |
Once more to set a ringlet right | R |
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And even when she turn'd the curse | T |
Had fallen and her future Lord | U |
Was drown'd in passing thro' the ford | U |
Or kill'd in falling from his horse | V |
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O what to her shall be the end | W |
And what to me remains of good | X |
To her perpetual maidenhood | X |
And unto me no second friend | X |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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