Bride Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDBEBFB GGHGIGJGJG KLMLNLILOL FPEPQPJPNP JJRJSJTJEJ JJJJJJUJUJ| Too late for love too late for joy | A |
| Too late too late | B |
| You loiter'd on the road too long | C |
| You trifled at the gate | B |
| The enchanted dove upon her branch | D |
| Died without a mate | B |
| The enchanted princess in her tower | E |
| Slept died behind the grate | B |
| Her heart was starving all this while | F |
| You made it wait | B |
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| Ten years ago five years ago | G |
| One year ago | G |
| Even then you had arrived in time | H |
| Though somewhat slow | G |
| Then you had known her living face | I |
| Which now you cannot know | G |
| The frozen fountain would have leap'd | J |
| The buds gone on to blow | G |
| The warm south wind would have awaked | J |
| To melt the snow | G |
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| Is she fair now as she lies | K |
| Once she was fair | L |
| Meet queen for any kingly king | M |
| With gold dust on her hair | L |
| Now there are poppies in her locks | N |
| White poppies she must wear | L |
| Must wear a veil to shroud her face | I |
| And the want graven there | L |
| Or is the hunger fed at length | O |
| Cast off the care | L |
| - | |
| We never saw her with a smile | F |
| Or with a frown | P |
| Her bed seem'd never soft to her | E |
| Though toss'd of down | P |
| She little heeded what she wore | Q |
| Kirtle or wreath or gown | P |
| We think her white brows often ached | J |
| Beneath her crown | P |
| Till silvery hairs show'd in her locks | N |
| That used to be so brown | P |
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| We never heard her speak in haste | J |
| Her tones were sweet | J |
| And modulated just so much | R |
| As it was meet | J |
| Her heart sat silent through the noise | S |
| And concourse of the street | J |
| There was no hurry in her hands | T |
| No hurry in her feet | J |
| There was no bliss drew nigh to her | E |
| That she might run to greet | J |
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| You should have wept her yesterday | J |
| Wasting upon her bed | J |
| But wherefore should you weep to day | J |
| That she is dead | J |
| Lo we who love weep not to day | J |
| But crown her royal head | J |
| Let be these poppies that we strew | U |
| Your roses are too red | J |
| Let be these poppies not for you | U |
| Cut down and spread | J |
Christina Rossetti
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