A Memory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEFF GHIHJJFF KLMLCCFF NOPQRRFF STUVWWFF BCXCYYFFAdown the grass grown paths we strayed | A |
The evening cowslips ope d | B |
Their yellow eyes to look at her | C |
The love sick lilies moped | D |
With envy that she rather chose | E |
To take a creamy petalled rose | E |
And lean it 'gainst her ebon hair | F |
All in that garden fair | F |
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A languid breeze with stolen scent | G |
Of box bloom in his grasp | H |
Sighed out his longing in her ear | I |
And with his dying gasp | H |
Scattered the perfume at her feet | J |
To blend with others not less sweet | J |
He loved her but she did not care | F |
All in that garden fair | F |
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The rose she honoured nodded down | K |
His comrades burst with spite | L |
Poor fool he knew not he was doomed | M |
To barely last the night | L |
Are hearts to her but as that flower | C |
The plaything of a careless hour | C |
To lacerate and never spare | F |
All in that garden fair | F |
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I held her hand that I might trace | N |
Her fortune in its palm | O |
A bolder moonbeam than the rest | P |
Crept up and kissed her arm | Q |
And kissing once was loth to leave | R |
So hid himself within the sleeve | R |
That clasped the lithe arm white and bare | F |
All in that garden fair | F |
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I traced her fortune love and wealth | S |
Tho life alas was short | T |
But will that wealth be bought with love | U |
Or love with wealth be bought | V |
I know not knowing only this | W |
Her hand seemed waiting for a kiss | W |
I longed to but I did not dare | F |
All in that garden fair | F |
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But she alas is not for me | B |
And I am not for her | C |
Yet ever deep within my thoughts | X |
A faint regret must stir | C |
A thrill of longing that among | Y |
Those moonlit paths with lover's tongue | Y |
I might return and woo her there | F |
All in that garden fair | F |
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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