The Bride Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDB EFGFG HIJII| My love looks like a girl to night | A |
| But she is old | B |
| The plaits that lie along her pillow | C |
| Are not gold | B |
| But threaded with filigree silver | D |
| And uncanny cold | B |
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| She looks like a young maiden since her brow | E |
| Is smooth and fair | F |
| Her cheeks are very smooth her eyes are closed | G |
| She sleeps a rare | F |
| Still winsome sleep so still and so composed | G |
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| Nay but she sleeps like a bride and dreams her dreams | H |
| Of perfect things | I |
| She lies at last the darling in the shape of her dream | J |
| And her dead mouth sings | I |
| By its shape like the thrushes in clear evenings | I |
David Herbert Lawrence
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