Verses Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDEDEFGHG IJIJDKDKLMLMNONOPQRS GTGT

On the Death of the same Lady written in SeptA
LIKE a poor ghost the night I seekB
Its hollow winds repeat my sighsC
The cold dews mingle on my cheekB
With tears that wander from mine eyesC
The thorns that still my couch molestD
Have robb'd these heavy eyes of sleepE
But though deprived of tranquil restD
I here at last am free to weepE
Twelve times the moon that rises redF
O'er yon tall wood of shadowy pineG
Has fill'd her orb since low was laidH
My Harriet that sweet form of thineG
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While each sad month as slow it pass'dI
Brought some new sorrow to deploreJ
Some grief more poignant than the lastI
But thou canst calm those griefs no moreJ
No more thy friendship soothes to restD
This wearied spirit tempest toss'dK
The cares that weigh upon my breastD
Are doubly felt since thou art lostK
Bright visions of ideal graceL
That the young poet's dreams inflameM
Were not more lovely than thy faceL
Were not more perfect than thy frameM
Wit that no sufferings could impairN
Was thine and thine those mental powersO
Of force to chase the fiends that tearN
From Fancy's hands her budding flowersO
O'er what my angel friend thou wertP
Dejected Memory loves to mournQ
Regretting still that tender heartR
Now withering in a distant urnS
But ere that wood of shadowy pineG
Twelve times shall yon full orb beholdT
This sickening heart that bleeds for thineG
My Harriet may like thine be coldT

Charlotte Smith



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