The Happiest Girl In The World Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCC DEFGHI JFKLBM HNOPHQRSTU QVWXVYZ A2B2C2UD2QE2 F2G2H2I2J2 K2QUJXQL2QM2N2QO2PIP 2NWK2 Q2UH2QUR2UAQ S2QJT2T2UFQUQQQUUQU2 QV2W2CQX2X2Y2Q QUZ2QL A3CHQB3HC3D3CE3QF3G3 SOWQQH3UD2QD2QQQE2UQ S2V2WS2G3UI3 YJ3A3HPK3QCKUG3Q QL3M3N3M2WQUUQUUQ UQQQ QO3A3P3QQQ3G2JI3FR3 B3WT2G2A week ago only a little week | A |
it seems so much much longer though that day | B |
is every morning still my yesterday | B |
as all my life 'twill be my yesterday | B |
for all my life is morrow to my love | C |
Oh fortunate morrow Oh sweet happy love | C |
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A week ago and I am almost glad | D |
to have him now gone for this little while | E |
that I may think of him and tell myself | F |
what to be his means now that I am his | G |
and know if mine is love enough for him | H |
and make myself believe it all is true | I |
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A week ago and it seems like a life | J |
and I have not yet learned to know myself | F |
I am so other than I was so strange | K |
grown younger and grown older all in one | L |
and I am not so sad and not so gay | B |
and I think nothing only hear him think | M |
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That morning waking I remembered him | H |
Will he be here to day he often comes | N |
and is it for my sake or to kill time | O |
and wondering Will he come I chose the dress | P |
he seemed to like the best and hoped for him | H |
and did not think I could quite love him yet | Q |
And did I love him then with all my heart | R |
or did I wait until he held my hands | S |
and spoke Say shall it be and kissed my brow | T |
and I looked at him and he knew it all | U |
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And did I love him from the day we met | Q |
but I more gladly danced with some one else | V |
who waltzed more smoothly and was merrier | W |
and did I love him when he first came here | X |
but I more gladly talked with some one else | V |
whose words were readier and who sought me more | Y |
When did I love him How did it begin | Z |
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The small green spikes of snowdrops in the spring | A2 |
are there one morning ere you think of them | B2 |
still we may tell what morning they pierced up | C2 |
June rosebuds stir and open stealthily | U |
and every new blown rose is a surprise | D2 |
still we can date the day when one unclosed | Q |
but how can I tell when my love began | E2 |
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Oh was it like the young pale twilight star | F2 |
that quietly breaks on the vacant sky | G2 |
is sudden there and perfect while you watch | H2 |
and though you watch you have not seen it dawn | I2 |
the star that only waited and awoke | J2 |
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But he knows when he loved me for he says | K2 |
the first time we had met he told a friend | Q |
The sweetest dewy daisy of a girl | U |
but not the solid stuff to make a wife | J |
and afterwards the first time he was here | X |
when I had slipped away into our field | Q |
to watch alone for sunset brightening on | L2 |
and heard them calling me he says he stood | Q |
and saw me come along the coppice walk | M2 |
beneath the green and sparkling arch of boughs | N2 |
and while he watched the yellow lights that played | Q |
with the dim flickering shadows of the leaves | O2 |
over my yellow hair and soft pale dress | P |
flitting across me as I flitted through | I |
he whispered inly in so many words | P2 |
I see my wife this is my wife who comes | N |
and seems to bear the sunlight on with her | W |
and that was when he loved me so he says | K2 |
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Yet is he quite sure was it only then | Q2 |
and had he had no thought which I could feel | U |
for why was it I knew that he would watch | H2 |
and all the while thought in my silly heart | Q |
as I advanced demurely it was well | U |
I had on the pale dress with sweeping folds | R2 |
which took the light and shadow tenderly | U |
and that the sunlights touched my hair and cheek | A |
because he'd note it all and care for it | Q |
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Oh vain and idle poor girl's heart of mine | S2 |
content with that coquettish mean content | Q |
He with his man's straight purpose thinking wife | J |
and I but that 'twas pleasant to be fair | T2 |
and that 'twas pleasant he should count me fair | T2 |
But oh to think he should be loving me | U |
and I be no more moved out of myself | F |
The sunbeams told him but they told me nought | Q |
except that maybe I was looking well | U |
And oh had I but known Why did no bird | Q |
trilling its own sweet lovesong as I passed | Q |
so musically marvellously glad | Q |
sing one for me too sing me It is he | U |
sing Love him and You love him it is he | U |
that I might then have loved him when he loved | Q |
that one dear moment might be date to both | U2 |
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And must I not be glad he hid his thought | Q |
and did not tell me then when it was soon | V2 |
and I should have been startled and not known | W2 |
how he is just the one man I can love | C |
and only with some pain lest he were pained | Q |
and nothing doubting should have answered No | X2 |
How strange life is I should have answered No | X2 |
Oh can I ever be half glad enough | Y2 |
he is so wise and patient and could wait | Q |
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He waited as you wait the reddening fruit | Q |
which helplessly is ripening on the tree | U |
and not because it tries or longs or wills | Z2 |
only because the sun will shine on it | Q |
but he who waited was himself that sun | L |
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Oh was it worth the waiting was it worth | A3 |
For I am half afraid love is not love | C |
this love which only makes me rest in him | H |
and be so happy and so confident | Q |
this love which makes me pray for longest days | B3 |
that I may have them all to use for him | H |
this love which almost makes me yearn for pain | C3 |
that I might have borne something for his sake | D3 |
this love which I call love is less than love | C |
Where are the fires and fevers and the pangs | E3 |
where is the anguish of too much delight | Q |
and the delirious madness at a kiss | F3 |
the flushing and the paling at a look | G3 |
and passionate ecstasy of meeting hands | S |
where is the eager weariness at time | O |
that will not bate a single measured hour | W |
to speed to us the far off wedding day | Q |
I am so calm and wondering like a child | Q |
who led by a firm hand it knows and trusts | H3 |
along a stranger country beautiful | U |
with a bewildering beauty to new eyes | D2 |
if they be wise to know what they behold | Q |
finds newness everywhere but no surprise | D2 |
and takes the beauty as an outward part | Q |
of being led so kindly by the hand | Q |
I am so cold is mine but a child's heart | Q |
and not a woman's fit for such a man | E2 |
Alas am I too cold am I too dull | U |
can I not love him as another could | Q |
And oh if love be fire what love is mine | S2 |
that is but like the pale subservient moon | V2 |
who only asks to be earth's minister | W |
And oh if love be whirlwind what is mine | S2 |
that is but like a little even brook | G3 |
which has no aim but flowing to the sea | U |
and sings for happiness because it flows | I3 |
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Ah well I would that I could love him more | Y |
and not be only happy as I am | J3 |
I would that I could love him to his worth | A3 |
with that forgetting all myself in him | H |
that subtle pain of exquisite excess | P |
that momentary infinite sharp joy | K3 |
I know by books but cannot teach my heart | Q |
and yet I think my love must needs be love | C |
since he can read me through oh happy strange | K |
my thoughts that were my secrets all for me | U |
grown instantly his open easy book | G3 |
since he can read me through and is content | Q |
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And yesterday when they all went away | Q |
save little Amy with her daisy chains | L3 |
and left us in that shadow of tall ferns | M3 |
and the child leaning on me fell asleep | N3 |
and I tired by the afternoon long walk | M2 |
said I could almost gladly sleep like her | W |
did he not answer drawing down my head | Q |
Sleep darling let me see you rest on me | U |
and when the child awaking wakened me | U |
did he not say Dear you have made me glad | Q |
for seeing you so sleeping peacefully | U |
I feel that you do love me utterly | U |
no questionings no regrettings but at rest | Q |
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Oh yes my good true darling you spoke well | U |
No questionings no regrettings but at rest | Q |
what should I question what should I regret | Q |
now I have you who are my hope and rest | Q |
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I am the feathery wind wafted seed | Q |
that flickered idly half a merry morn | O3 |
now thralled into the rich life giving earth | A3 |
to root and bud and waken into leaf | P3 |
and make it such poor sweetness as I may | Q |
the prisoned seed that never more shall float | Q |
the frolic playfellow of summer winds | Q3 |
and mimic the free changeful butterfly | G2 |
the prisoned seed that prisoned finds its life | J |
and feels its pulses stir and grows and grows | I3 |
Oh love who gathered me into yourself | F |
oh love I am at rest in you and live | R3 |
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And shall I for so many coming days | B3 |
be flower and sweetness to him Oh pale flower | W |
grow grow and blossom out and fill the air | T2 |
feed on his richness grow grow blo | G2 |
Augusta Davies Webster
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