The Lover To His Lass Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFH FIFI JKJK JLJL MBMB JNJN ABCB| Crown her with stars this angel of our planet | A |
| Cover her with morning this thing of pure delight | B |
| Mantle her with midnight till a mortal cannot | C |
| See her for the garments of the light and the night | B |
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| How far I wandered worlds away and far away | D |
| Heard a voice but knew it not in the clear cold | E |
| Many a wide circle and many a wan star away | D |
| Dwelling in the chambers where the worlds were growing old | E |
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| Saw them growing old and heard them falling | F |
| Like ripe fruit when a tree is in the wind | G |
| Saw the seraphs gather them their clarion voices calling | F |
| In rounds of cheering labour till the orchard floor was thinned | H |
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| Saw a whole universe turn to its setting | F |
| Old and cold and weary gray and cold as death | I |
| But before mine eyes were veiled in forgetting | F |
| Something always caught my soul and held its breath | I |
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| Caught it up and held it now I know the reason | J |
| Governed it and soothed it now I know why | K |
| Nurtured it and trained it and kept it for the season | J |
| When new worlds should blossom in the springtime sky | K |
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| How have they blossomed see the sky is like a garden | J |
| Ah how fresh the worlds look hanging on the slope | L |
| Pluck one and wear it Love and ask the Gardener's pardon | J |
| Pluck out the Pleiads like a spray of heliotrope | L |
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| See Aldebaran like a red rose clamber | M |
| See brave Betelgeux pranked with poppy light | B |
| This young earth must float in floods of amber | M |
| Glowing with a crocus flame in the dells of night | B |
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| O you cannot cheat the soul of an inborn ambition | J |
| 'Tis a naked viewless thing living in its thought | N |
| But it mounts through errors and by valleys of contrition | J |
| Till it conquers destiny and finds the thing it sought | N |
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| Crown her with stars this angel of our planet | A |
| Cover her with morning this thing of pure delight | B |
| Mantle her with midnight till a mortal cannot | C |
| See her for the garments of the light and the night | B |
Duncan Campbell Scott
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