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 quiet | A |
| Here where all trouble seems | B |
| Dead winds' and spent waves' riot | A |
| In doubtful dreams of dreams | B |
| I watch the green field growing | C |
| For reaping folk and sowing | C |
| For harvest time and mowing | C |
| A sleepy world of streams | B |
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| I am tired of tears and laughter | D |
| And men that laugh and weep | E |
| Of what may come hereafter | D |
| For men that sow to reap | E |
| I am weary of days and hours | F |
| Blown buds of barren flowers | F |
| Desires and dreams and powers | F |
| And everything but sleep | E |
| - | |
| Here life has death for neighbour | D |
| And far from eye or ear | D |
| Wan waves and wet winds labour | D |
| Weak ships and spirits steer | D |
| They drive adrift and whither | D |
| They wot not who make thither | D |
| But no such winds blow hither | D |
| And no such things grow here | D |
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| No growth of moor or coppice | F |
| No heather flower or vine | G |
| But bloomless buds of poppies | F |
| Green grapes of Proserpine | G |
| Pale beds of blowing rushes | F |
| Where no leaf blooms or blushes | F |
| Save this whereout she crushes | F |
| For dead men deadly wine | G |
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| Pale without name or number | D |
| In fruitless fields of corn | G |
| They bow themselves and slumber | D |
| All night till light is born | G |
| And like a soul belated | H |
| In hell and heaven unmated | H |
| By cloud and mist abated | H |
| Comes out of darkness morn | G |
| - | |
| Though one were strong as seven | G |
| He too with death shall dwell | I |
| Nor wake with wings in heaven | G |
| Nor weep for pains in hell | I |
| Though one were fair as roses | F |
| His beauty clouds and closes | F |
| And well though love reposes | F |
| In the end it is not well | I |
| - | |
| Pale beyond porch and portal | J |
| Crowned with calm leaves she stands | F |
| Who gathers all things mortal | J |
| With cold immortal hands | F |
| Her languid lips are sweeter | D |
| Than love's who fears to greet her | D |
| To men that mix and meet her | D |
| From many times and lands | F |
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| She waits for each and other | D |
| She waits for all men born | G |
| Forgets the earth her mother | D |
| The life of fruits and corn | G |
| And spring and seed and swallow | K |
| Take wing for her and follow | K |
| Where summer song rings hollow | K |
| And flowers are put to scorn | G |
| - | |
| There go the loves that wither | D |
| The old loves with wearier wings | F |
| And all dead years draw thither | D |
| And all disastrous things | F |
| Dead dreams of days forsaken | G |
| Blind buds that snows have shaken | G |
| Wild leaves that winds have taken | G |
| Red strays of ruined springs | F |
| - | |
| We are not sure of sorrow | D |
| And joy was never sure | D |
| To day will die to morrow | D |
| Time stoops to no man's lure | D |
| And love grown faint and fretful | J |
| With lips but half regretful | J |
| Sighs and with eyes forgetful | J |
| Weeps that no loves endure | D |
| - | |
| From too much love of living | C |
| From hope and fear set free | D |
| We thank with brief thanksgiving | C |
| Whatever gods may be | D |
| That no life lives for ever | D |
| That dead men rise up never | D |
| That even the weariest river | D |
| Winds somewhere safe to sea | D |
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| Then star nor sun shall waken | G |
| Nor any change of light | H |
| Nor sound of waters shaken | G |
| Nor any sound or sight | H |
| Nor wintry leaves nor vernal | J |
| Nor days nor things diurnal | J |
| Only the sleep eternal | J |
| In an eternal night | H |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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