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 B3WT2G2

A week ago only a little weekA
it seems so much much longer though that dayB
is every morning still my yesterdayB
as all my life 'twill be my yesterdayB
for all my life is morrow to my loveC
Oh fortunate morrow Oh sweet happy loveC
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A week ago and I am almost gladD
to have him now gone for this little whileE
that I may think of him and tell myselfF
what to be his means now that I am hisG
and know if mine is love enough for himH
and make myself believe it all is trueI
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A week ago and it seems like a lifeJ
and I have not yet learned to know myselfF
I am so other than I was so strangeK
grown younger and grown older all in oneL
and I am not so sad and not so gayB
and I think nothing only hear him thinkM
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That morning waking I remembered himH
Will he be here to day he often comesN
and is it for my sake or to kill timeO
and wondering Will he come I chose the dressP
he seemed to like the best and hoped for himH
and did not think I could quite love him yetQ
And did I love him then with all my heartR
or did I wait until he held my handsS
and spoke Say shall it be and kissed my browT
and I looked at him and he knew it allU
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And did I love him from the day we metQ
but I more gladly danced with some one elseV
who waltzed more smoothly and was merrierW
and did I love him when he first came hereX
but I more gladly talked with some one elseV
whose words were readier and who sought me moreY
When did I love him How did it beginZ
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The small green spikes of snowdrops in the springA2
are there one morning ere you think of themB2
still we may tell what morning they pierced upC2
June rosebuds stir and open stealthilyU
and every new blown rose is a surpriseD2
still we can date the day when one unclosedQ
but how can I tell when my love beganE2
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Oh was it like the young pale twilight starF2
that quietly breaks on the vacant skyG2
is sudden there and perfect while you watchH2
and though you watch you have not seen it dawnI2
the star that only waited and awokeJ2
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But he knows when he loved me for he saysK2
the first time we had met he told a friendQ
The sweetest dewy daisy of a girlU
but not the solid stuff to make a wifeJ
and afterwards the first time he was hereX
when I had slipped away into our fieldQ
to watch alone for sunset brightening onL2
and heard them calling me he says he stoodQ
and saw me come along the coppice walkM2
beneath the green and sparkling arch of boughsN2
and while he watched the yellow lights that playedQ
with the dim flickering shadows of the leavesO2
over my yellow hair and soft pale dressP
flitting across me as I flitted throughI
he whispered inly in so many wordsP2
I see my wife this is my wife who comesN
and seems to bear the sunlight on with herW
and that was when he loved me so he saysK2
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Yet is he quite sure was it only thenQ2
and had he had no thought which I could feelU
for why was it I knew that he would watchH2
and all the while thought in my silly heartQ
as I advanced demurely it was wellU
I had on the pale dress with sweeping foldsR2
which took the light and shadow tenderlyU
and that the sunlights touched my hair and cheekA
because he'd note it all and care for itQ
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Oh vain and idle poor girl's heart of mineS2
content with that coquettish mean contentQ
He with his man's straight purpose thinking wifeJ
and I but that 'twas pleasant to be fairT2
and that 'twas pleasant he should count me fairT2
But oh to think he should be loving meU
and I be no more moved out of myselfF
The sunbeams told him but they told me noughtQ
except that maybe I was looking wellU
And oh had I but known Why did no birdQ
trilling its own sweet lovesong as I passedQ
so musically marvellously gladQ
sing one for me too sing me It is heU
sing Love him and You love him it is heU
that I might then have loved him when he lovedQ
that one dear moment might be date to bothU2
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And must I not be glad he hid his thoughtQ
and did not tell me then when it was soonV2
and I should have been startled and not knownW2
how he is just the one man I can loveC
and only with some pain lest he were painedQ
and nothing doubting should have answered NoX2
How strange life is I should have answered NoX2
Oh can I ever be half glad enoughY2
he is so wise and patient and could waitQ
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He waited as you wait the reddening fruitQ
which helplessly is ripening on the treeU
and not because it tries or longs or willsZ2
only because the sun will shine on itQ
but he who waited was himself that sunL
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Oh was it worth the waiting was it worthA3
For I am half afraid love is not loveC
this love which only makes me rest in himH
and be so happy and so confidentQ
this love which makes me pray for longest daysB3
that I may have them all to use for himH
this love which almost makes me yearn for painC3
that I might have borne something for his sakeD3
this love which I call love is less than loveC
Where are the fires and fevers and the pangsE3
where is the anguish of too much delightQ
and the delirious madness at a kissF3
the flushing and the paling at a lookG3
and passionate ecstasy of meeting handsS
where is the eager weariness at timeO
that will not bate a single measured hourW
to speed to us the far off wedding dayQ
I am so calm and wondering like a childQ
who led by a firm hand it knows and trustsH3
along a stranger country beautifulU
with a bewildering beauty to new eyesD2
if they be wise to know what they beholdQ
finds newness everywhere but no surpriseD2
and takes the beauty as an outward partQ
of being led so kindly by the handQ
I am so cold is mine but a child's heartQ
and not a woman's fit for such a manE2
Alas am I too cold am I too dullU
can I not love him as another couldQ
And oh if love be fire what love is mineS2
that is but like the pale subservient moonV2
who only asks to be earth's ministerW
And oh if love be whirlwind what is mineS2
that is but like a little even brookG3
which has no aim but flowing to the seaU
and sings for happiness because it flowsI3
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Ah well I would that I could love him moreY
and not be only happy as I amJ3
I would that I could love him to his worthA3
with that forgetting all myself in himH
that subtle pain of exquisite excessP
that momentary infinite sharp joyK3
I know by books but cannot teach my heartQ
and yet I think my love must needs be loveC
since he can read me through oh happy strangeK
my thoughts that were my secrets all for meU
grown instantly his open easy bookG3
since he can read me through and is contentQ
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And yesterday when they all went awayQ
save little Amy with her daisy chainsL3
and left us in that shadow of tall fernsM3
and the child leaning on me fell asleepN3
and I tired by the afternoon long walkM2
said I could almost gladly sleep like herW
did he not answer drawing down my headQ
Sleep darling let me see you rest on meU
and when the child awaking wakened meU
did he not say Dear you have made me gladQ
for seeing you so sleeping peacefullyU
I feel that you do love me utterlyU
no questionings no regrettings but at restQ
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Oh yes my good true darling you spoke wellU
No questionings no regrettings but at restQ
what should I question what should I regretQ
now I have you who are my hope and restQ
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I am the feathery wind wafted seedQ
that flickered idly half a merry mornO3
now thralled into the rich life giving earthA3
to root and bud and waken into leafP3
and make it such poor sweetness as I mayQ
the prisoned seed that never more shall floatQ
the frolic playfellow of summer windsQ3
and mimic the free changeful butterflyG2
the prisoned seed that prisoned finds its lifeJ
and feels its pulses stir and grows and growsI3
Oh love who gathered me into yourselfF
oh love I am at rest in you and liveR3
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And shall I for so many coming daysB3
be flower and sweetness to him Oh pale flowerW
grow grow and blossom out and fill the airT2
feed on his richness grow grow bloG2

Augusta Davies Webster



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