A Garden Of Proserpine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCCB DEDEFFFE DDDDDDDD FGFGFFFG DGDGHHHG GIGIFFFI JFJFDDDF DGDGKKKG DFDFGGGF DDDDJJJD CDCDDDDD GHGHJJJH

Here where the world is quietA
Here where all trouble seemsB
Dead winds' and spent waves' riotA
In doubtful dreams of dreamsB
I watch the green field growingC
For reaping folk and sowingC
For harvest time and mowingC
A sleepy world of streamsB
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I am tired of tears and laughterD
And men that laugh and weepE
Of what may come hereafterD
For men that sow to reapE
I am weary of days and hoursF
Blown buds of barren flowersF
Desires and dreams and powersF
And everything but sleepE
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Here life has death for neighbourD
And far from eye or earD
Wan waves and wet winds labourD
Weak ships and spirits steerD
They drive adrift and whitherD
They wot not who make thitherD
But no such winds blow hitherD
And no such things grow hereD
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No growth of moor or coppiceF
No heather flower or vineG
But bloomless buds of poppiesF
Green grapes of ProserpineG
Pale beds of blowing rushesF
Where no leaf blooms or blushesF
Save this whereout she crushesF
For dead men deadly wineG
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Pale without name or numberD
In fruitless fields of cornG
They bow themselves and slumberD
All night till light is bornG
And like a soul belatedH
In hell and heaven unmatedH
By cloud and mist abatedH
Comes out of darkness mornG
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Though one were strong as sevenG
He too with death shall dwellI
Nor wake with wings in heavenG
Nor weep for pains in hellI
Though one were fair as rosesF
His beauty clouds and closesF
And well though love reposesF
In the end it is not wellI
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Pale beyond porch and portalJ
Crowned with calm leaves she standsF
Who gathers all things mortalJ
With cold immortal handsF
Her languid lips are sweeterD
Than love's who fears to greet herD
To men that mix and meet herD
From many times and landsF
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She waits for each and otherD
She waits for all men bornG
Forgets the earth her motherD
The life of fruits and cornG
And spring and seed and swallowK
Take wing for her and followK
Where summer song rings hollowK
And flowers are put to scornG
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There go the loves that witherD
The old loves with wearier wingsF
And all dead years draw thitherD
And all disastrous thingsF
Dead dreams of days forsakenG
Blind buds that snows have shakenG
Wild leaves that winds have takenG
Red strays of ruined springsF
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We are not sure of sorrowD
And joy was never sureD
To day will die to morrowD
Time stoops to no man's lureD
And love grown faint and fretfulJ
With lips but half regretfulJ
Sighs and with eyes forgetfulJ
Weeps that no loves endureD
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From too much love of livingC
From hope and fear set freeD
We thank with brief thanksgivingC
Whatever gods may beD
That no life lives for everD
That dead men rise up neverD
That even the weariest riverD
Winds somewhere safe to seaD
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Then star nor sun shall wakenG
Nor any change of lightH
Nor sound of waters shakenG
Nor any sound or sightH
Nor wintry leaves nor vernalJ
Nor days nor things diurnalJ
Only the sleep eternalJ
In an eternal nightH

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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