The Finest Age Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGFGDHD IJIJFKFK LALACJCWhen he was only nine months old | A |
And plump and round and pink of cheek | B |
A joy to tickle and to hold | A |
Before he'd even learned to speak | B |
His gentle mother used to say | C |
'It is too bad that he must grow | D |
If I could only have my way | C |
His baby ways we'd always know ' | E |
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And then the year was turned and he | F |
Began to toddle round the floor | G |
And name the things that he could see | F |
And soil the dresses that he wore | G |
Then many a night she whispered low | D |
'Our baby now is such a joy | H |
I hate to think that he must grow | D |
To be a wild and heedless boy ' | - |
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But on he went and sweeter grew | I |
And then his mother I recall | J |
Wished she could keep him always two | I |
For that's the finest age of all | J |
She thought the selfsame thing at three | F |
And now that he is four she sighs | K |
To think he cannot always be | F |
The youngster with the laughing eyes | K |
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Oh little boy my wish is not | L |
Always to keep you four years old | A |
Each night I stand beside your cot | L |
And think of what the years may hold | A |
And looking down on you I pray | C |
That when we've lost our baby small | J |
The mother of our man will say | C |
'This is the finest age of all ' | - |
Edgar Albert Guest
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