Ay Me, Ay Me, I Sigh The Scythe A-field Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCB EFEF GHGH BIBI| Ay me ay me I sigh to see the scythe a field | A |
| Down goeth the grass soon wrought to wither'd hay | B |
| Ay me alas ay me alas that beauty needs must yield | A |
| And princes pass as grass doth fade away | B |
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| Ay me ay me that life can not have lasting leave | C |
| Nor gold take hold of everlasting joy | D |
| Ay me alas ay me alas that time hath talents to receive | C |
| And yet no time can make a suer stay | B |
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| Ay me ay me that wit can not have wished choice | E |
| Nor wish can win that will desires to see | F |
| Ay me alas ay me alas that mirth can promise no rejoice | E |
| Nor study tell what afterward shall be | F |
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| Ay me ay me that no sure staff is given to age | G |
| Nor age can give sure wit that youth will take | H |
| Ay me alas ay me alas that no counsel wise and sage | G |
| Will shun the show that all doth mar and make | H |
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| Ay me ay me come Time shear on and shake thy hay | B |
| It is no boot to balk thy bitter blows | I |
| Ay me alas ay me alas come Time take everything away | B |
| For all is thine be it good or bad that grows | I |
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