Venevil Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB BBBB CCDDDBBB EEEEE FFFFF GGHHH CCIII BBBBBBBB| Fair Venevil hastened with tripping feet | A |
| Her lover to meet | A |
| He sang so it rang o'er the church far away | B |
| Good day Good day | B |
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| And all the little birds sang right merrily their lay | B |
| Midsummer Day | B |
| Brings us laughter and play | B |
| But later know I little if she twines her wreath so gay | B |
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| She twined him a wreath of the flowers blue | C |
| My eyes for you | C |
| He tossed it and caught it and to her did bend | D |
| Good by my friend | D |
| And loudly he exulted at the field's far distant end | D |
| Midsummer Day | B |
| Brings us laughter and play | B |
| But later know I little if she twines her wreath so gay | B |
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| She twined him a wreath Do at all you care | E |
| For my golden hair | E |
| She twined one and gave in life's hour so rare | E |
| Her red lips' pair | E |
| He took them and he pressed them and he blushed as she did there | E |
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| She twined one all white as a lily band | F |
| 'T is my right hand | F |
| She twined one blood red with her love in each strand | F |
| 'T is my left hand | F |
| He took them both and kept them both but would not understand | F |
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| She twined of the flowers that bloomed around | G |
| Every one I found | G |
| She gathered and twined while tears would her eyes fill | H |
| Take them you will | H |
| In silence then he took them but to flight he turned him still | H |
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| She twined one so large of discordant hue | C |
| My bride's wreath true | C |
| She twined it and twined till her fingers were sore | I |
| Crown me I implore | I |
| But when she turned he was not there she never saw him more | I |
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| She twined yet undaunted without a stay | B |
| At her bride's array | B |
| But now it was long past the Midsummer Day | B |
| All the flowers away | B |
| She twined it of the flowers though they all were now away | B |
| Midsummer Day | B |
| Brings us laughter and play | B |
| But later know I little if she twines her wreath so gay | B |
Bjarnstjerne Bjarnson
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