Olive Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDDEEB AFGGHHHIIF AJKKLLMNNJ OPP QQO ECCPPP E PPP CCP BBBRRRPPB IPPSSSTTI TTQQ PPT

IA
Who may praise herB
Eyes where midnight shames the sunC
Hair of night and sunshine spunC
Woven of dawn's or twilight's loomD
Radiant darkness lustrous gloomD
Godlike childhood's flowerlike bloomD
None may praise aright nor singE
Half the grace wherewith like springE
Love arrays herB
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IIA
Love untoldF
Sings in silence speaks in lightG
Shed from each fair feature brightG
Still from heaven whence toward us nowH
Nine years since she deigned to bowH
Down the brightness of her browH
Deigned to pass through mortal birthI
Reverence calls her here on earthI
Nine years oldF
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IIIA
Love's deep dutyJ
Even when love transfigured growsK
Worship all too surely knowsK
How though love may cast out fearL
Yet the debt divine and dearL
Due to childhood's godhead hereM
May by love of man be paidN
Never never song be madeN
Worth its beautyJ
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IV-
Nought is allO
Sung or said or dreamed or thoughtP
Ever set beside it noughtP
All the love that man may give-
Love whose prayer should be Forgive-
Heaven we see on earth may live-
Earth can thank not heaven we knowQ
Save with songs that ebb and flowQ
Rise and fallO
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V-
No man livingE
No man dead save haply oneC
Now gone homeward past the sunC
Ever found such grace as mightP
Tune his tongue to praise arightP
Children flowers of love and lightP
Whom our praise dispraises we-
Sing in sooth but not as he-
Sang thanksgivingE
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VI-
Hope that smiledP
Seeing her new born beauty madeP
Out of heaven's own light and shadeP
Smiled not half so sweetly love-
Seeing the sun afar above-
Warm the nest that rears the dove-
Sees more bright than moon or sunC
All the heaven of heavens in oneC
Little childP
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VII-
Who may sing herB
Wings of angels when they stirB
Make no music worthy herB
Sweeter sound her shy soft wordsR
Here than songs of God's own birdsR
Whom the fire of rapture girdsR
Round with light from love's face litP
Hands of angels find no fitP
Gifts to bring herB
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VIII-
Babes at birthI
Wear as raiment round them castP
Keep as witness toward their pastP
Tokens left of heaven and eachS
Ere its lips learn mortal speechS
Ere sweet heaven pass on pass reachS
Bears in undiverted eyesT
Proof of unforgotten skiesT
Here on earthI
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IXT
Quenched as embersT
Quenched with flakes of rain or snowQ
Till the last faint flame burns lowQ
All those lustrous memories lie-
Dead with babyhood gone by-
Yet in her they dare not die-
Others fair as heaven is yetP
Now they share not heaven forgetP
She remembersT

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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