The Widow To Her Son-s Betrothed Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDFA GHGIJKJLA BMBMNJNJO BBBBNBNBO PBPBQBQBO BRBRBSBSO MTMTUVUVO BSBSWXWYB ZBZBOOOO| I | A |
| - | |
| AH cease to plead with that sweet cheerful voice | B |
| Nor bid me struggle with a weight of woe | C |
| Lest from the very tone that says 'rejoice' | B |
| A double bitterness of grief should grow | C |
| Those words from THEE convey no gladdening thought | D |
| No sound of comfort lingers in their tone | E |
| But by their means a haunting shade is brought | D |
| Of love and happiness for ever gone | F |
| II | A |
| - | |
| My son alas hast thou forgotten him | G |
| That thou art full of hopeful plans again | H |
| His heart is cold his joyous eyes are dim | G |
| For him THE FUTURE is a word in vain | I |
| He never more the welcome hours may share | J |
| Nor bid Love's sunshine cheer our lonely home | K |
| How hast thou conquer'd all the long despair | J |
| Born of that sentence He is in the tomb | L |
| III | A |
| - | |
| How can thy hand with cheerful fondness press | B |
| The hands of friends who still on earth may stay | M |
| Remembering his most passionate caress | B |
| When the LONG PARTING summon'd him away | M |
| How can'st thou keep from bitter weeping while | N |
| Strange voices tell thee thou art brightly fair | J |
| Remembering how he loved thy playful smile | N |
| Kiss'd thy smooth cheek and praised thy burnish'd hair | J |
| IV | O |
| - | |
| How can'st thou laugh How can'st thou warble songs | B |
| How can'st thou lightly tread the meadow fields | B |
| Praising the freshness which to spring belongs | B |
| And the sweet incense which the hedge flower yields | B |
| Does not the many blossom'd spring recal | N |
| Our pleasant walks through cowslip spangled meads | B |
| The violet scented lanes the warm south wall | N |
| Where early flow'rets rear'd their welcome heads | B |
| V | O |
| - | |
| Does not remembrance darken on thy brow | P |
| When the wild rose a richer fragrance flings | B |
| When the caressing breezes lift the bough | P |
| And the sweet thrush more passionately sings | B |
| Dost thou not then lament for him whose form | Q |
| Was ever near thee full of earnest grace | B |
| Does not the sudden darkness of the storm | Q |
| Seem luridly to fall on Nature's face | B |
| VI | O |
| - | |
| It does to ME The murmuring summer breeze | B |
| Which thou dost turn thy glowing cheek to meet | R |
| For me sweeps desolately through the trees | B |
| And moans a dying requiem at my feet | R |
| The glistening river which in beauty glides | B |
| Sparkling and blue with morn's triumphant light | S |
| All lonely flows or in its bosom hides | B |
| A broken image lost to human sight | S |
| VII | O |
| - | |
| But THOU Ah turn thee not in grief away | M |
| I do not wish thy soul as sadly wrung | T |
| I know the freedom of thy spirit's play | M |
| I know thy bounding heart is fresh and young | T |
| I know corroding Time will slowly break | U |
| The links which bound most fondly and most fast | V |
| And Hope will be Youth's comforter and make | U |
| The long bright Future overweigh the Past | V |
| VIII | O |
| - | |
| Only when full of tears I raise mine eyes | B |
| And meet thine ever full of smiling light | S |
| I feel as though thy vanish'd sympathies | B |
| Were buried in HIS grave where all is night | S |
| And when beside our lonely hearth I sit | W |
| And thy light laugh comes echoing to my ear | X |
| I wonder how the waste of mirth and wit | W |
| Hath still the power thy widow'd heart to cheer | Y |
| IX | B |
| - | |
| Bear with me yet Mine is a harsh complaint | Z |
| And thy youth's innocent lightheartedness | B |
| Should rather soothe me when my spirits faint | Z |
| Than seem to mock my age's lone distress | B |
| But oh the tide of grief is swelling high | O |
| And if so soon forgetfulness must be | O |
| If for the DEAD thou hast no further sigh | O |
| Weep for his Mother Weep young Bride for ME | O |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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