Mating Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBA BDBDB EFEFE FFFBF BGBGB HBHBH BFBFB BIBIB BJBJB| Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind | A |
| The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky | B |
| And see where the budding hazels are thinned | C |
| The wild anemones lie | B |
| In undulating shivers beneath the wind | A |
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| Over the blue of the waters ply | B |
| White ducks a living flotilla of cloud | D |
| And look you floating just thereby | B |
| The blue gleamed drake stems proud | D |
| Like Abraham whose seed should multiply | B |
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| In the lustrous gleam of the water there | E |
| Scramble seven toads across the silk obscure leaves | F |
| Seven toads that meet in the dusk to share | E |
| The darkness that interweaves | F |
| The sky and earth and water and live things everywhere | E |
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| Look now through the woods where the beech green spurts | F |
| Like a storm of emerald snow look see | F |
| A great bay stallion dances skirts | F |
| The bushes sumptuously | B |
| Going outward now in the spring to his brief deserts | F |
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| Ah love with your rich warm face aglow | B |
| What sudden expectation opens you | G |
| So wide as you watch the catkins blow | B |
| Their dust from the birch on the blue | G |
| Lift of the pulsing wind ah tell me you know | B |
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| Ah surely Ah sure from the golden sun | H |
| A quickening masculine gleam floats in to all | B |
| Us creatures people and flowers undone | H |
| Lying open under his thrall | B |
| As he begets the year in us What then would you shun | H |
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| Why I should think that from the earth there fly | B |
| Fine thrills to the neighbour stars fine yellow beams | F |
| Thrown lustily off from our full blown high | B |
| Bursting globe of dreams | F |
| To quicken the spheres that are virgin still in the sky | B |
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| Do you not hear each morsel thrill | B |
| With joy at travelling to plant itself within | I |
| The expectant one therein to instil | B |
| New rapture new shape to win | I |
| From the thick of life wake up another will | B |
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| Surely and if that I would spill | B |
| The vivid ah the fiery surplus of life | J |
| From off my brimming measure to fill | B |
| You and flush you rife | J |
| With increase do you call it evil and always evil | B |
D. H. Lawrence
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