Lines Inscribed On The Wall Of A Dungeon In The Southern P Of I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE FGFG HIHI JEJE KLKL MKNK OEOE PLPL QRQR SThough not a breath can enter here | A |
I know the wind blows fresh and free | B |
I know the sun is shining clear | C |
Though not a gleam can visit me | B |
They thought while I in darkness lay | D |
'Twere pity that I should not know | E |
How all the earth is smiling gay | D |
How fresh the vernal breezes blow | E |
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They knew such tidings to impart | F |
Would pierce my weary spirit through | G |
And could they better read my heart | F |
They'd tell me she was smiling too | G |
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They need not for I know it well | H |
Methinks I see her even now | I |
No sigh disturbs her bosom's swell | H |
No shade o'ercasts her angel brow | I |
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Unmarred by grief her angel voice | J |
Whence sparkling wit and wisdom flow | E |
And others in its sound rejoice | J |
And taste the joys I must not know | E |
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Drink rapture from her soft dark eye | K |
And sunshine from her heavenly smile | L |
On wings of bliss their moments fly | K |
And I am pining here the while | L |
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Oh tell me does she never give | M |
To my distress a single sigh | K |
She smiles on them but does she grieve | N |
One moment when they are not by | K |
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When she beholds the sunny skies | O |
And feels the wind of heaven blow | E |
Has she no tear for him that lies | O |
In dungeon gloom so far below | E |
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While others gladly round her press | P |
And at her side their hours beguile | L |
Has she no sigh for his distress | P |
Who cannot see a single smile | L |
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Nor hear one word nor read a line | Q |
That her beloved hand might write | R |
Who banished from her face must pine | Q |
Each day a long and lonely night | R |
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Alexander April | S |
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