My Treasure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB ABAB

What do you gather the maiden saidA
Shaking her sunlit curls at meB
See these flowers I plucked are deadA
Ah miseryB
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What do you gather the miser saidA
Clinking his gold as he spoke to meB
I cannot sleep at night for dreadA
Of thieves said heB
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What do you gather the dreamer saidA
I dream dreams of what is to beB
Daylight comes and my dreams are fledA
Ah woe is meB
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What do you gather the young man saidA
I seek fame for eternityB
Toiling on while the world's abedA
Alone said heB
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What do I gather I laughing saidA
Nothing at all save memoryB
Sweet as flowers but never deadA
Like thine RosieB
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I have no fear of thieves I saidA
Daylight kills not my reverieB
Fame will find I am snug abedA
That comes to meB
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The past is my treasure friends I saidA
Time but adds to my treasuryB
Happy moments are never fledA
Away from meB
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All one needs to be rich I saidA
Is to live that his past shall beB
Sweet in his thoughts as a wild rose redA
EternallyB

Arthur Weir



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