A Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABB CCC DDE DDD CCC FFF GGG HHH III GGG JJK GGG FFF ABB| Listen and when thy hand this paper presses | A |
| O time worn woman think of her who blesses | B |
| What thy thin fingers touch with her caresses | B |
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| O mother for the weight of years that break thee | C |
| O daughter for slow time must yet awake thee | C |
| And from the changes of my heart must make thee | C |
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| O fainting traveller morn is gray in heaven | D |
| Dost thou remember how the clouds were driven | D |
| And are they calm about the fall of even | E |
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| Pause near the ending of thy long migration | D |
| For this one sudden hour of desolation | D |
| Appeals to one hour of thy meditation | D |
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| Suffer O silent one that I remind thee | C |
| Of the great hills that stormed the sky behind thee | C |
| Of the wild winds of power that have resigned thee | C |
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| Know that the mournful plain where thou must wander | F |
| Is but a gray and silent world but ponder | F |
| The misty mountains of the morning yonder | F |
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| Listen the mountain winds with rain were fretting | G |
| And sudden gleams the mountain tops besetting | G |
| I cannot let thee fade to death forgetting | G |
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| What part of this wild heart of mine I know not | H |
| Will follow with thee where the great winds blow not | H |
| And where the young flowers of the mountain grow not | H |
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| Yet let my letter with thy lost thoughts in it | I |
| Tell what the way was when thou didst begin it | I |
| And win with thee the goal when thou shalt win it | I |
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| I have not writ this letter of divining | G |
| To make a glory of thy silent pining | G |
| A triumph of thy mute and strange declining | G |
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| Only one youth and the bright life was shrouded | J |
| Only one morning and the day was clouded | J |
| And one old age with all regrets is crowded | K |
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| O hush O hush Thy tears my words are steeping | G |
| O hush hush hush So full the fount of weeping | G |
| Poor eyes so quickly moved so near to sleeping | G |
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| Pardon the girl such strange desires beset her | F |
| Poor woman lay aside the mournful letter | F |
| That breaks thy heart the one who wrote forget her | F |
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| The one who now thy faded features guesses | A |
| With filial fingers thy gray hair caresses | B |
| With morning tears thy mournful twilight blesses | B |
Alice Meynell
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