The Rosy Bosom-d Hours Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEFEGHIHJKJKLMNM OPOPQRQRSTSTDHDHUHUH HVHVWXWXDYDYZHA2HHB2 HB2A florin to the willing Guard | A |
Secured for half the way | B |
He lock'd us in ah lucky starr'd | A |
A curtain'd front coup | C |
The sparkling sun of August shone | D |
The wind was in the West | E |
Your gown and all that you had on | F |
Was what became you best | E |
And we were in that seldom mood | G |
When soul with soul agrees | H |
Mingling like flood with equal flood | I |
In agitated ease | H |
Far round each blade of harvest bare | J |
Its little load of bread | K |
Each furlong of that journey fair | J |
With separate sweetness sped | K |
The calm of use was coming o'er | L |
The wonder of our wealth | M |
And now maybe 'twas not much more | N |
Than Eden's common health | M |
We paced the sunny platform while | O |
The train at Havant changed | P |
What made the people kindly smile | O |
Or stare with looks estranged | P |
Too radiant for a wife you seem'd | Q |
Serener than a bride | R |
Me happiest born of men I deem'd | Q |
And show'd perchance my pride | R |
I loved that girl so gaunt and tall | S |
Who whispered loud Sweet Thing | T |
Scanning your figure slight yet all | S |
Round as your own gold ring | T |
At Salisbury you stray'd alone | D |
Within the shafted glooms | H |
Whilst I was by the Verger shown | D |
The brasses and the tombs | H |
At tea we talk'd of matters deep | U |
Of joy that never dies | H |
We laugh'd till love was mix'd with sleep | U |
Within your great sweet eyes | H |
The next day sweet with luck no less | H |
And sense of sweetness past | V |
The full tide of our happiness | H |
Rose higher than the last | V |
At Dawlish 'mid the pools of brine | W |
You stept from rock to rock | X |
One hand quick tightening upon mine | W |
One holding up your frock | X |
On starfish and on weeds alone | D |
You seem'd intent to be | Y |
Flash'd those great gleams of hope unknown | D |
From you or from the sea | Y |
Ne'er came before ah when again | Z |
Shall come two days like these | H |
Such quick delight within the brain | A2 |
Within the heart such peace | H |
I thought indeed by magic chance | H |
A third from Heaven to win | B2 |
But as at dusk we reach'd Penzance | H |
A drizzling rain set in | B2 |
Coventry Patmore
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