Parables Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEDFFGGHIJJKKL MNG O PPHIQQRRN| WE clutch our joys as children do their flowers | A |
| We look at them but scarce believe them ours | A |
| Till our hot palms have smirched their colors rare | B |
| And crushed their dewy beauty unaware | B |
| But the wise Gardener whose they were comes by | C |
| At hours when we expect not and with eye | C |
| Mournful yet sweet compassionate though stern | D |
| Takes them | E |
| Then in a moment we discern | D |
| By loss what was possession and half wild | F |
| With misery cry out like angry child | F |
| 'O cruel thus to snatch my posy fine ' | G |
| He answers tenderly 'Not thine but mine ' | G |
| And points to those stained fingers which do prove | H |
| Our fatal cherishing our dangerous love | I |
| At which we chidden a pale silence keep | J |
| Yet evermore must weep and weep and weep | J |
| So on through gloomy ways and thorny brakes | K |
| Quiet and slow our shrinking feet he takes | K |
| Let by the soil d hand which laved in tears | L |
| More and more clean beneath his sight appears | M |
| At length the heavy eyes with patience shine | N |
| 'I am content Thou took'st but what was thine ' | G |
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| And then he us his beauteous garden shows | O |
| Where bountiful the Rose of Sharon grows ' | - |
| Where in the breezes opening spice buds swell | P |
| And the pomegranates yield a pleasant smell | P |
| While to and fro peace sandalled angels move | H |
| In the pure air that they not we call Love | I |
| An air so rare and fine our grosser breath | Q |
| Cannot inhale till purified by death | Q |
| And thus we struck with longing joy adore | R |
| And satisfied wait mute without the door | R |
| Until the gracious Gardener maketh sign | N |
| 'Enter in peace All this is mine and thine ' | - |
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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