Herse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGGGGGGAAGG AAHHFFAAAAIIGGAAJJGG KLMMAAGGNNAAOOFFIIGG FFFFPPBBOOQQRREE

When grace is given us ever to beholdA
A child some sweet months oldA
Love laying across our lips his finger saithB
Smiling with bated breathB
Hush for the holiest thing that lives is hereC
And heaven's own heart how nearD
How dare we that may gaze not on the sunE
Gaze on this verier oneE
Heart hold thy peace eyes be cast down for shameF
Lips breathe not yet its nameF
In heaven they know what name to call it weG
How should we know For seeG
The adorable sweet living marvellousG
Strange light that lightens usG
Who gaze desertless of such glorious graceG
Full in a babe's warm faceG
All roses that the morning rears are noughtA
All stars not worth a thoughtA
Set this one star against them or supposeG
As rival this one roseG
What price could pay with earth's whole weight of geldA
One least flushed roseleafs foldA
Of all this dimpling store of smiles that shineH
From each warm curve and lineH
Each charm of flower sweet flesh to reillumeF
The dappled rose red bloomF
Of all its dainty body honey sweetA
Clenched hands and curled up feetA
That on the roses of the dawn have trodA
As they came down from GodA
And keep the flush and colour that the skyI
Takes when the sun comes nighI
And keep the likeness of the smile their graceG
Evoked on God's own faceG
When seeing this work of his most heavenly moodA
He saw that it was goodA
For all its warm sweet body seems one smileJ
And mere men's love too vileJ
To meet it or with eyes that worship dimsG
Read o'er the little limbsG
Read all the book of all their beauties o'erK
Rejoice revere adoreL
Bow down and worship each delight in turnM
Laugh wonder yield and yearnM
But when our trembling kisses dare yet dreadA
Even to draw nigh its headA
And touch and scarce with touch or breath surpriseG
Its mild miraculous eyesG
Out of their viewless vision O what thenN
What may be said of menN
What speech may name a new born child what wordA
Earth ever spake or heardA
The best men's tongue that ever glory knewO
Called that a drop of dewO
Which from the breathing creature's kindly wombF
Came forth in blameless bloomF
We have no word as had those men most highI
To call a baby byI
Rose ruby lily pearl of stormless seasG
A better word than theseG
A better sign it was than flower or gemF
That love revealed to themF
They knew that whence comes light or quickening flameF
Thence only this thing cameF
And only might be likened of our loveP
To somewhat born aboveP
Not even to sweetest things dropped else on earthB
Only to dew's own birthB
Nor doubt we but their sense was heavenly trueO
Babe when we gaze on youO
A dew drop out of heaven whose colours areQ
More bright than sun or starQ
As now ere watching love dare fear or hopeR
Lips hands and eyelids opeR
And all your life is mixed with earthly leavenE
O child what news from heavenE

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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