Mother And Daughter- Sonnet Sequence Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Mother And Daughter- Sonnet Sequence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
Young laughters and my music Aye till now	B
The voice can reach no blending minors near	C
'Tis the bird's trill because the spring is here	D
And spring means trilling on a blossomy bough	B
'Tis the spring joy that has no why or how	B
But sees the sun and hopes not nor can fear	C
Spring is so sweet and spring seems all the year	C
Dear voice the first come birds but trill as thou	B
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Oh music of my heart be thus for long	E
Too soon the spring bird learns the later song	E
Too soon a sadder sweetness slays content	F
Too soon There comes new light on onward day	G
There comes new perfume o'er a rosier way	G
Comes not again the young spring joy that went	F
ROME November	H
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II	A
That she is beautiful is not delight	I
As some think mothers joy by pride of her	H
To witness questing eyes caught prisoner	H
And hear her praised the livelong dancing night	I
But the glad impulse that makes painters sight	I
Bids me note her and grow the happier	H
And love that finds me as her worshipper	H
Reveals me each best loveliness aright	I
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Oh goddess head Oh innocent brave eyes	J
Oh curved and parted lips where smiles are rare	H
And sweetness ever Oh smooth shadowy hair	H
Gathered around the silence of her brow	H
Child I'd needs love thy beauty stranger wise	J
And oh the beauty of it being thou	H
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III	A
I watch the sweet grave face in timorous thought	I
Lest I should see it dawn to some unrest	I
And read that in her heart is youth's ill guest	I
The querulous young sadness born of nought	I
That wearies of the strife it has not fought	I
And finds the life it has not had unblest	I
And asks it knows not what that should be best	I
And till Love come has never what it sought	I
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But she is still A full and crystal lake	K
So gives it skies their passage to its deeps	J
In an unruffled morn where no winds wake	K
And strong and fretless 'stirs not nor yet sleeps	J
My darling smiles and 'tis for gladness' sake	K
She hears a woe 'tis simple tears she weeps	J
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IV	-
'Tis but a child The quiet Juno gaze	J
Breaks at a trifle into mirth and glow	L
Changed as a folded bud bursts into blow	L
And she springs buoyant on some busy craze	J
Or in the rhythm of her girlish plays	J
Like light upon swift waves floats to and fro	L
And whatsoe'er's her mirth needs me to know	L
And keeps me young by her young innocent ways	J
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Just now she and her kitten raced and sprang	M
To catch the daisy ball she tossed about	I
Then they grew grave and found a shady tree	H
And kitty tried to see the notes she sang	M
Now she flies hitherward 'Mother Quick Come see	H
Two hyacinths in my garden almost out '	-
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V	H
Last night the broad blue lightnings flamed the sky	A
We watched our breaths caught as each burst its way	G
And through its fire out leaped the sharp white ray	G
And sudden dark re closed when it went by	A
But she that where we are will needs be nigh	A
Had tired with hunting orchids half the day	G
Her father thought she called us he and I	A
Half anxious reached the bedroom where she lay	G
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Oh lily face upon the whiteness blent	G
How calm she lay in her unconscious grace	J
A peal crashed on the silence ere we went	G
She stirred in sleep a little changed her place	J
'Mother ' she breathed a smile grew on her face	J
'Mother ' my darling breathed and slept content	G
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VI	A
Sometimes as young things will she vexes me	H
Wayward or too unheeding or too blind	G
Like aimless birds that flying on a wind	G
Strike slant against their own familiar tree	H
Like venturous children pacing with the sea	H
That turn but when the breaker spurts behind	G
Outreaching them with spray she in such kind	G
Is borne against some fault or does not flee	H
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And so may be I blame her for her wrong	E
And she will frown and lightly plead her part	G
And then I bid her go But 'tis not long	E
Then comes she lip to ear and heart to heart	G
And thus forgiven her love seems newly strong	E
And oh my penitent how dear thou art	G
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VII	A
Her father lessons me I at times am hard	G
Chiding a moment's fault as too grave ill	N
And let some little blot my vision fill	N
Scanning her with a narrow near regard	G
True Love's unresting gaze is self debarred	G
From all sweet ignorance and learns a skill	N
Not painless of such signs as hurt love's will	N
That would not have its prize one tittle marred	G
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Alas Who rears and loves a dawning rose	J
Starts at a speck upon one petal's rim	O
Who sees a dusk creep in the shrined pearl's glows	J
Is ruined at once 'My jewel growing dim '	-
I watch one bud that on my bosom blows	J
I watch one treasured pearl for me and him	O
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VIII	A
A little child she half defiant came	P
Reasoning her case 'twas not so long ago	L
'I cannot mind your scolding for I know	L
However bad I were you'd love the same '	-
And I what countering answer could I frame	P
'Twas true and true and God's self told her so	L
One does but ask one's child to smile and grow	L
And each rebuke has love for its right name	P
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And yet methinks sad mothers who for years	J
Watching the child pass forth that was their boast	G
Have counted all the footsteps by new fears	J
Till even lost fears seem hopes whereof they're reft	G
And of all mother's good love sole is left	G
Is their Love Love or some remembered ghost	G
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IX	J
Oh weary hearts Poor mothers that look back	Q
So outcasts from the vale where they were born	R
Turn on their road and with a joy forlorn	R
See the far roofs below their arid track	Q
So in chill buffets while the sea grows black	Q
And windy skies once blue are tost and torn	R
We are not yet forgetful of the morn	R
And praise anew the sunshine that we lack	Q
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Oh sadder than pale sufferers by a tomb	S
That say 'My dead is happier and is more'	L
Are they who dare no 'is' but tell what's o'er	L
Thus the frank childhood those the lovable ways	J
Stirring the ashes of remembered days	J
For yet some sparks to warm the livelong gloom	S
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X	J
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Love's Counterfeit	G
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Not Love not Love that worn and footsore thrall	T
Who crowned with withered buds and leaves gone dry	L
Plods in his chains to follow one passed by	L
Guerdoned with only tears himself lets fall	T
Love is asleep and smiling in his pall	U
And this that wears his shape and will not die	L
Was once his comrade shadow Memory	L
His shadow that now stands for him in all	T
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And there are those who hurrying on past reach	V
See the dim follower and laugh content	G
'Lo Love pursues me go where'er I will '	-
Yet longer gazing some may half beseech	V
'This must be Love that wears his features still	N
Or else when was the moment that Love went '	-
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XI	L
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Love's Mourner	L
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'Tis men who say that through all hurt and pain	W
The woman's love wife's mother's still will hold	G
And breathes the sweeter and will more unfold	G
For winds that tear it and the sorrowful rain	W
So in a thousand voices has the strain	W
Of this dear patient madness been retold	G
That men call woman's love Ah they are bold	G
Naming for love that grief which does remain	W
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Love faints that looks on baseness face to face	J
Love pardons all but by the pardonings dies	J
With a fresh wound of each pierced through the breast	G
And there stand pityingly in Love's void place	J
Kindness of household wont familiar wise	J
And faith to Love faith to our dead at rest	G
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XII	J
She has made me wayside posies here they stand	G
Bringing fresh memories of where they grew	L
As new come travellers from a world we knew	L
Wake every while some image of their land	G
So these whose buds our woodland breezes fanned	G
Bring to my room the meadow where they blew	L
The brook side cliff the elms where wood doves coo	L
And every flower is dearer for her hand	G
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Oh blossoms of the paths she loves to tread	G
Some grace of her is in all thoughts you bear	L
For in my memories of your homes that were	L
The old sweet loneliness they kept is fled	G
And would I think it back I find instead	G
A presence of my darling mingling there	L
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XIII	J
My darling scarce thinks music sweet save mine	X
'Tis that she does but love me more than hear	L
She'll not believe my voice to stranger ear	L
Is	J