Another Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEFFGGHIJJKKLLMM NNOOPPQQRRSSTTUUVVFF| Phoebus make haste the day's too long be gone | A |
| The silent night's the fittest time for moan | B |
| But stay this once unto my suit give ear | C |
| And tell my griefs in either hemisphere | D |
| And if the whirling of thy wheels don't drown'd | E |
| The woeful accents of my doleful sound | E |
| If in thy swift carrier thou canst make stay | F |
| I crave this boon this errand by the way | F |
| Commend me to the man more loved than life | G |
| Show him the sorrows of his widowed wife | G |
| My dumpish thoughts my groans my brakish tears | H |
| My sobs my longing hopes my doubting fears | I |
| And if he love how can he there abide | J |
| My interest's more than all the world beside | J |
| He that can tell the stars or ocean sand | K |
| Or all the grass that in the meads do stand | K |
| The leaves in th' woods the hail or drops of rain | L |
| Or in a corn field number every grain | L |
| Or every mote that in the sunshine hops | M |
| May count my sighs and number all my drops | M |
| Tell him the countless steps that thou dost trace | N |
| That once a day thy spouse thou may'st embrace | N |
| And when thou canst not treat by loving mouth | O |
| Thy rays afar salute her from the south | O |
| But for one month I see no day poor soul | P |
| Like those far situate under the pole | P |
| Which day by day long wait for thy arise | Q |
| O how they joy when thou dost light the skies | Q |
| O Phoebus hadst thou but thus long from thine | R |
| Restrained the beams of thy beloved shine | R |
| At thy return if so thou could'st or durst | S |
| Behold a Chaos blacker than the first | S |
| Tell him here's worse than a confused matter | T |
| His little world's a fathom under water | T |
| Nought but the fervor of his ardent beams | U |
| Hath power to dry the torrent of these streams | U |
| Tell him I would say more but cannot well | V |
| Oppressed minds abruptest tales do tell | V |
| Now post with double speed mark what I say | F |
| By all our loves conjure him not to stay | F |
Anne Bradstreet
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