The Ringlet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FGFGHIHI DJDKLMLM NONOPQPR STSKUBUB VAWA XWXWYDYD| OH treasured thus by passion's slave | A |
| Dear relic of the bygone year | B |
| Say what remains of her who gave | A |
| The vain regret the useless tear | C |
| The clasping hands the throbbing brow | D |
| The murmuring of that shadowy word | E |
| To which had answered once oh now | D |
| Why is that light quick step unheard | E |
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| What in those syllables is found | F |
| That such a start of woe can claim | G |
| A word is but an empty sound | F |
| Alas it is it was her name | G |
| It was yes she was once as gay | H |
| As full of life as aught that lives | I |
| The breath the life hath passed away | H |
| But not the pang her memory gives | I |
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| Bright tress thy beauty bringeth now | D |
| A thousand dreams of rapture gone | J |
| Her sunny eyes her radiant brow | D |
| The low light laughter of her tone | K |
| Gazing on thee again she stands | L |
| Before me as in days of old | M |
| With all her young head's shining bands | L |
| And all its wavy curls of gold | M |
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| Till as I view thee silken tress | N |
| I feel within my suffering heart | O |
| 'Tis all which now my sight can bless | N |
| All that of her will not depart | O |
| Oh thou that wert life's dearest prize | P |
| That now art but a thought of pain | Q |
| Why do thy tones thy laughing eyes | P |
| Rise up to wring my soul again | R |
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| I roam in vain the sun that beams | S |
| Is still the sun we looked upon | T |
| My hand my lonely hand in dreams | S |
| Seeks still for thine to clasp its own | K |
| My heart resists all time all change | U |
| And finds no other form so dear | B |
| My memory wheresoe'er I range | U |
| Clings to the spot where thou wert near | B |
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| Change thou wert all life's scenery | V |
| To me the billowy bounding wave | A |
| The wide green earth the far blue sky | W |
| Form but the landscape of thy grave | A |
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| Oh bitter is their boon of life | X |
| Who cannot hope who may not die | W |
| I linger in a world of strife | X |
| Whilst thou art in the happy sky | W |
| I envy thee the peace thou hast | Y |
| And but 'tis sin the knee would bow | D |
| That He who made thee all thou wast | Y |
| Would make me all that thou art now | D |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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