The Dying Hour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCA DEDEA FEGEH IJIJJ KLKLH MEMEH NINIH OEOEI PJPJI HIHII QIRII SISII TGTGH IIIIH BTBTH UIUIH VGVGH WGWGI IEIEI HGHGI XEXEI FEFEI QIQII | A |
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OH watch me watch me still | B |
Thro' the long night's dreary hours | C |
Uphold by thy firm will | B |
Worn Nature's sinking powers | C |
II | A |
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While yet thy face is there | D |
The loose locks round it flying | E |
So young and fresh and fair | D |
I feel not I am dying | E |
III | A |
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Stoop down and kiss my brow | F |
The shadows round me closing | E |
Warn me that dark and low | G |
I soon shall be reposing | E |
IV | H |
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But while those pitying eyes | I |
Are bending thus above me | J |
In vain the death dews rise | I |
Thou dost regret and love me | J |
V | J |
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Then watch me thro' the night | K |
Thro' my broken fitful slumber | L |
By the pale lamp's sickly light | K |
My dying moments number | L |
VI | H |
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Thy fond and patient smile | M |
Shall soothe my painful waking | E |
Thy voice shall cheer me while | M |
The slow grey dawn is breaking | E |
VII | H |
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The battle slain whose thirst | N |
No kindly hand assuages | I |
Whose low faint farewells burst | N |
Unheard while combat rages | I |
VIII | H |
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The exiled near whose bed | O |
Some vision'd form seems weeping | E |
Whose steps shall never tread | O |
The land where he lies sleeping | E |
IX | I |
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The drown'd whose parting breath | P |
Is caught by wild winds only | J |
Theirs is the bitter death | P |
Beloved for they die lonely | J |
X | I |
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But thus tho' rack'd to lie | H |
Thou near tho' full of sadness | I |
Leaves still e'en while I die | H |
A lingering gleam of gladness | I |
XI | I |
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I feel not half my pain | Q |
When to mine thy fond lip presses | I |
I warm to life again | R |
Beneath thy soft caresses | I |
XII | I |
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Once more oh yet once more | S |
Fling fling thy white arms round me | I |
As oft in days of yore | S |
Their gentle clasp hath bound me | I |
XIII | I |
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And hold me to that breast | T |
Which heaves so full with sorrow | G |
Who knows where I may rest | T |
In the dark and blank to morrow | G |
XIV | H |
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Ah weep not it shall be | I |
An after thought to cheer thee | I |
That while mine eyes could see | I |
And while mine ears could hear thee | I |
XV | H |
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Thy voice and smile were still | B |
The spells on which I doated | T |
And thou through good and ill | B |
To me and mine devoted | T |
XVI | H |
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And calmly by my tomb | U |
When the low bright day declineth | I |
And athwart the cypress gloom | U |
The mellow sunset shineth | I |
XVII | H |
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Thou'lt sit and think of Him | V |
Who of Heaven's immortal splendour | G |
Had a dream on earth though dim | V |
In thy love so pure and tender | G |
XVIII | H |
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Who scarcely feels thy touch | W |
Whom thy voice can rouse no longer | G |
But whose love on earth was such | W |
That only death was stronger | G |
XIX | I |
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Yes sit but not in tears | I |
Thine eyes in faith uplifting | E |
From thy lot of changeful years | I |
To the Heaven where naught is shifting | E |
XX | I |
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From this world where all who love | H |
Are doomed alike to sever | G |
To the glorious realms above | H |
Where they dwell in peace for ever | G |
XXI | I |
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And then such hope shall beam | X |
From the grave where I lie sleeping | E |
This bitter hour shall seem | X |
Too vague and far for weeping | E |
XXII | I |
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And grief ah hold me now | F |
My fluttering pulse is failing | E |
The death dews chill my brow | F |
The morning light is paling | E |
XXIII | I |
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I seek thy gaze in vain | Q |
Earth reels and fades before me | I |
I die but feel no pain | Q |
Thy sweet face shining o'er me | I |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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