My Treasure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB| What 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About My Treasure
My Treasure is a poem by Arthur Weir. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about My Treasure poem by Arthur Weir
Best Poems of Arthur Weir