Spring In Tuscany Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCABC BDEBDF BGHBGH BIJBIJ BKLBKL GMNGMN GFGGEG BOPBOP GGGGGG PQRPQR

Rose red lilies that bloom on the bannerA
Rose cheeked gardens that revel in springB
Rose mouthed acacias that laugh as they climbC
Like plumes for a queen's hand fashioned to fan herA
With wind more soft than a wild dove's wingB
What do they sing in the spring of their timeC
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If this be the rose that the world hears singingB
Soft in the soft night loud in the dayD
Songs for the fireflies to dance as they hearE
If that be the song of the nightingale springingB
Forth in the form of a rose in MayD
What do they say of the way of the yearF
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What of the way of the world gone MayingB
What of the work of the buds in the bowersG
What of the will of the wind on the wallH
Fluttering the wall flowers sighing and playingB
Shrinking again as a bird that cowersG
Thinking of hours when the flowers have to fallH
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Out of the throats of the loud birds showeringB
Out of the folds where the flag lilies leapI
Out of the mouths of the roses stirredJ
Out of the herbs on the walls refloweringB
Out of the heights where the sheer snows sleepI
Out of the deep and the steep one wordJ
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One from the lips of the lily flames leapingB
The glad red lilies that burn in our sightK
The great live lilies for standard and crownL
One from the steeps where the pines stand sleepingB
One from the deep land one from the heightK
One from the light and the might of the townL
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The lowlands laugh with delight of the highlandsG
Whence May winds feed them with balm and breathM
From hills that beheld in the years behindN
A shape as of one from the blest souls' islandsG
Made fair by a soul too fair for deathM
With eyes on the light that should smite them blindN
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Vallombrosa remotely remembersG
Perchance what still to us seems so nearF
That time not darkens it change not marsG
The foot that she knew when her leaves were September'sG
The face lift up to the star blind seerE
That saw from his prison arisen his starsG
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And Pisa broods on her dead not mourningB
For love of her loveliness given them in feeO
And Prato gleams with the glad monk's giftP
Whose hand was there as the hand of morningB
And Siena set in the sand's red seaO
Lifts loftier her head than the red sand's driftP
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And far to the fair south westward lightensG
Girdled and sandalled and plumed with flowersG
At sunset over the love lit landsG
The hill side's crown where the wild hill brightensG
Saint Fina's town of the Beautiful TowersG
Hailing the sun with a hundred handsG
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Land of us all that have loved thee dearliestP
Mother of men that were lords of manQ
Whose name in the world's heart work a spellR
My last song's light and the star of mine earliestP
As we turn from thee sweet who wast ours for a spanQ
Fare well we may not who say farewellR

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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