My Treasure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABABWhat do you gather the maiden said | A |
Shaking her sunlit curls at me | B |
See these flowers I plucked are dead | A |
Ah misery | B |
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What do you gather the miser said | A |
Clinking his gold as he spoke to me | B |
I cannot sleep at night for dread | A |
Of thieves said he | B |
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What do you gather the dreamer said | A |
I dream dreams of what is to be | B |
Daylight comes and my dreams are fled | A |
Ah woe is me | B |
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What do you gather the young man said | A |
I seek fame for eternity | B |
Toiling on while the world's abed | A |
Alone said he | B |
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What do I gather I laughing said | A |
Nothing at all save memory | B |
Sweet as flowers but never dead | A |
Like thine Rosie | B |
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I have no fear of thieves I said | A |
Daylight kills not my reverie | B |
Fame will find I am snug abed | A |
That comes to me | B |
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The past is my treasure friends I said | A |
Time but adds to my treasury | B |
Happy moments are never fled | A |
Away from me | B |
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All one needs to be rich I said | A |
Is to live that his past shall be | B |
Sweet in his thoughts as a wild rose red | A |
Eternally | B |
Arthur Weir
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