The Thread Of Life Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBCCBDEDEED FGGFFGHFIJIJIJ FKLFFLLFFCFCFC| A | |
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| The irresponsive silence of the land | B |
| The irresponsive sounding of the sea | C |
| Speak both one message of one sense to me | C |
| Aloof aloof we stand aloof so stand | B |
| Thou too aloof bound with the flawless band | B |
| Of inner solitude we bind not thee | C |
| But who from thy self chain shall set thee free | C |
| What heart shall touch thy heart what hand thy hand | B |
| And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek | D |
| And sometimes I remember days of old | E |
| When fellowship seemed not so far to seek | D |
| And all the world and I seemed much less cold | E |
| And at the rainbow's foot lay surely gold | E |
| And hope felt strong and life itself not weak | D |
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| Thus am I mine own prison Everything | F |
| Around me free and sunny and at ease | G |
| Or if in shadow in a shade of trees | G |
| Which the sun kisses where the gay birds sing | F |
| And where all winds make various murmuring | F |
| Where bees are found with honey for the bees | G |
| Where sounds are music and where silences | H |
| Are music of an unlike fashioning | F |
| Then gaze I at the merrymaking crew | I |
| And smile a moment and a moment sigh | J |
| Thinking Why can I not rejoice with you | I |
| But soon I put the foolish fancy by | J |
| I am not what I have nor what I do | I |
| But what I was I am I am even I | J |
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| Therefore myself is that one only thing | F |
| I hold to use or waste to keep or give | K |
| My sole possession every day I live | L |
| And still mine own despite Time's winnowing | F |
| Ever mine own while moons and seasons bring | F |
| From crudeness ripeness mellow and sanative | L |
| Ever mine own till Death shall ply his sieve | L |
| And still mine own when saints break grave and sing | F |
| And this myself as king unto my King | F |
| I give to Him Who gave Himself for me | C |
| Who gives Himself to me and bids me sing | F |
| A sweet new song of His redeemed set free | C |
| He bids me sing O death where is thy sting | F |
| And sing O grave where is thy victory | C |
Christina Rossetti
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