The Poet-s Choice Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBCDDDCA EEEFBBBFA GGGHIIIHJ KKKIBBBIJ LLLJMMMJJ IIIIIIIIJ IIIINNNII | A |
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'Twas in youth that hour of dreaming | B |
Round me visions fair were beaming | B |
Golden fancies brightly gleaming | B |
Such as start to birth | C |
When the wandering restless mind | D |
Drunk with beauty thinks to find | D |
Creatures of a fairy kind | D |
Realised on Earth | C |
II | A |
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Then for me in every dell | E |
Hamadryads seem'd to dwell | E |
They who die as Poets tell | E |
Each with her own tree | F |
And sweet mermaids low reclining | B |
Dim light through their grottos shining | B |
Green weeds round their soft limbs twinng | B |
Peopled the deep Sea | F |
III | A |
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Then when moon and stars were fair | G |
Nymph like visions fill'd the air | G |
With blue wings and golden hair | G |
Bending from the skies | H |
And each cave by echo haunted | I |
In its depth of shadow granted | I |
Brightly the Egeria wanted | I |
To my eager eyes | H |
IV | J |
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But those glories pass'd away | K |
Earth seem'd left to dull decay | K |
And my heart in sadness lay | K |
Desolate uncheer'd | I |
Like one wrapt in painful sleeping | B |
Pining thirsting waaking weeping | B |
Watsh thro' Life's dark midnight keeping | B |
Till THY form appear'd | I |
V | J |
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THEN my soul whose erring measure | L |
Knew not where to find true pleasure | L |
Woke and seized the golden treasure | L |
Of thy human love | J |
And looking on thy radiant brow | M |
My lips in gladness breathed the vow | M |
Which angels not more fair than thou | M |
Have register'd above | J |
VI | J |
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And now I take my quiet rest | I |
With my head upon thy breast | I |
I will make no fiurther quest | I |
In Fancy's realms of light | I |
Fay nor nymph nor wing emacr d spirit | I |
Shall my store of love inherit | I |
More thy mortal charm doth merit | I |
Than dream however bright | I |
VII | J |
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And my soul like some sweet bird | I |
Whose song at summer eve is heard | I |
When the breeze so lightly stirr'd | I |
Leaves the branch unbent | I |
Sits and all triumphant sings | N |
Folding up her brooding wings | N |
And gazing out on earthly things | N |
With a calm content | I |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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