Margaret Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDEECFGHGHIIJKLL JK AMNNMKOKPKK ABQBQRBBBR NBBBBQSQSQTTTQ NBBIIBNUVNUVWQWQ

IA
O sweet pale MargaretB
O rare pale MargaretB
What lit your eyes with tearful powerC
Like moonlight on a falling showerC
Who lent you love your mortal dowerD
Of pensive thought and aspect paleE
Your melancholy sweet and frailE
As perfume of the cuckoo flowerC
From the westward winding floodF
From the evening lighted woodG
From all things outward you have wonH
A tearful grace as tho' you stoodG
Between the rainbow and the sunH
The very smile before you speakI
That dimples your transparent cheekI
Encircles all the heart and feedethJ
The senses with a still delightK
Of dainty sorrow without soundL
Like the tender amber roundL
Which the moon about her spreadethJ
Moving thro' a fleecy nightK
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IIA
You love remaining peacefullyM
To hear the murmur of the strifeN
But enter not the toil of lifeN
Your spirit is the calmed seaM
Laid by the tumult of the fightK
You are the evening star alwayO
Remaining betwixt dark and brightK
Lull'd echoes of laborious dayP
Come to you gleams of mellow lightK
Float by you on the verge of nightK
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IIIA
What can it matter MargaretB
What songs below the waning starsQ
The lion heart PlantagenetB
Sang looking thro' his prison barsQ
Exquisite Margaret who can tellR
The last wild thought of ChateletB
Just ere the falling axe did partB
The burning brain from the true heartB
Even in her sight he loved so wellR
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IVN
A fairy shield your Genius madeB
And gave you on your natal dayB
Your sorrow only sorrow's shadeB
Keeps real sorrow far awayB
You move not in such solitudesQ
You are not less divineS
But more human in your moodsQ
Than your twin sister AdelineS
Your hair is darker and your eyesQ
Touch'd with a somewhat darker hueT
And less a rially blueT
But ever trembling thro' the dewT
Of dainty woeful sympathiesQ
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VN
O sweet pale MargaretB
O rare pale MargaretB
Come down come down and hear me speakI
Tie up the ringlets on your cheekI
The sun is just about to setB
The arching lines are tall and shadyN
And faint rainy lights are seenU
Moving in the leavy beechV
Rise from the feast of sorrow ladyN
Where all day long you sit betweenU
Joy and woe and whisper eachV
Or only look across the lawnW
Look out below your bower eavesQ
Look down and let your blue eyes dawnW
Upon me thro' the jasmine leavesQ

Alfred Lord Tennyson



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