Eight Years Old Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBABAB D BABABCBA D ABCBABAB E BABABABC E CBABABAB E BABCBABA E ABABABCB E BABABCBA

SUN whom the faltering snow cloud fearsA
Rise let the time of year be MayB
Speak now the word that April hearsC
Let March have all his royal wayB
Bid all spring raise in winter s earsA
All tunes her children hear or playB
Because the crown of eight glad yearsA
On one bright head is set to dayB
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IID
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What matters cloud or sun to dayB
To him who wears the wreath of yearsA
So many and all like flowers at playB
With wind and sunshine while his earsA
Hear only song on every wayB
More sweet than spring triumphant hearsC
Ring through the revel rout of MayB
Are these the notes that winter fearsA
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IIID
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Strong hearted winter knows and fearsA
The music made of love at playB
Or haply loves the tune he hearsC
From hearts fulfilled with flowering MayB
Whose molten music thaws his earsA
Late frozen deaf but yesterdayB
To sounds of dying and dawning yearsA
Now quickened on his deathward wayB
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IVE
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For deathward now lies winter s wayB
Down the green vestibule of yearsA
That each year brightens day by dayB
With flower and shower till hope scarce fearsA
And fear grows wholly hope of MayB
But we the music in our earsA
Made of love s pulses as they playB
The heart alone that makes it hearsC
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VE
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The heart it is that plays and hearsC
High salutation of to dayB
Tongue falters hand shrinks back song fearsA
Its own unworthiness to playB
Fit music for those eight sweet yearsA
Or sing their blithe accomplished wayB
No song quite worth a young child s earsA
Broke ever even from birds in MayB
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VIE
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There beats not in the heart of MayB
When summer hopes and springtide fearsA
There falls not from the height of dayB
When sunlight speaks and silence hearsC
So sweet a psalm as children playB
And sing each hour of all their yearsA
Each moment of their lovely wayB
And know not how it thrills our earsA
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VIIE
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Ah child what are we that our earsA
Should hear you singing on your wayB
Should have this happiness The yearsA
Whose hurrying wings about us playB
Are not like yours whose flower time fearsA
Nought worse than sunlit showers in MayB
Being sinless as the spring that hearsC
Her own heart praise her every dayB
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VIIIE
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Yet we too triumph in the dayB
That bare to entrance our eyes and earsA
To lighten daylight and to playB
Such notes as darkness knows and fearsA
The child whose face illumes our wayB
Whose voice lifts up the heart that hearsC
Whose hand is as the hand of MayB
To bring us flowers from eight full yearsA

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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