Colin Clouts Come Home Againe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Colin Clouts Come Home AgaineA
THe shepheards boy best knowen by that nameB
That after Tityrus first sung his layC
Laies of sweet loue without rebuke or blameB
Sate as his custome was vpon a dayC
Charming his oaten pipe vnto his peresD
The shepheard swaines that did about him playC
Who all the while with greedie listfull earesD
Did stand astonisht at his curious skillE
Like hartlesse deare dismayed with thunders soundF
At last when as he piped had his fillE
He rested him and sitting then aroundF
One of those groomes a iolly groome was heG
As euer piped on an oaten reedH
And lou'd this shepheard dearest in degreeG
Hight Hobbinol gan thus to him areedH
Colin my liefe my life how great a losseD
Had all the shepheards nation by thy lackeI
And I poore swaine of many greatest crosseD
That sith thy Muse first since thy turning backeI
Was heard to sound as she was wont on hyeJ
Hast made vs all so blessed and so blytheK
Whilest thou wast hence all dead in dole did lyeJ
The woods were heard to waile full many a sytheK
And all their birds with silence to complaineA
The fields with faded flowers did seem to mourneA
And all their flocks from feeding to refraineA
The running waters wept for thy returneA
And all their fish with langour did lamentH
But now both woods and fields and floods reuiueG
Sith thou art come their cause of merimentH
That vs late dead hast made againe aliueE
But were it not too painfull to repeatH
The passed fortunes which to thee befellE
In thy late voyage we thee would entreatH
Now at thy leisure them to vs to tellE
To whom the shepheard gently answered thusD
Hobbin thou temptest me to that I couetH
For of good passed newly to discusD
By dubble vsurie doth twise renew itH
And since I saw that Angels blessed eieL
Her worlds bright sun her heauens fairest lightH
My mind full of my thoughts satietieH
Doth feed on sweet contentment of that sightH
Since that same day in nought I take delightH
Ne feeling haue in any earthly pleasureG
But in remembrance of that glorious brightH
My lifes sole blisse my hearts eternall threasureG
Wake then my pipe my sleepie Muse awakeI
Till I haue told her praises lasting longI
Hobbin desires thou maist it not forsakeI
Harke then ye iolly shepheards to my songI
With that they all gan throng about him neareG
With hungrie eares to heare his harmonieA
The whiles their flocks deuoyd of dangers feareG
Did round about them feed at libertieH
One day quoth he I sat as was my tradeH
Vnder the foot of Mole that mountaine horeG
Keeping my sheepe amongst the cooly shadeH
Of the greene alders by the Mullaes shoreG
There a straunge shepherd chaunst to find me outH
Whether allured with my pipes delightH
Whose pleasing sound yshrilled far aboutH
Or thither led by chaunce I know not rightH
VVhom when I asked from what place he cameB
And how he hight himselfe he did ycleepeM
The shepheard of the Ocean by nameB
And said he came far from the main sea deepeM
He sitting me beside in that same shadeH
Prouoked me to plaie some pleasant fitH
And when he heard the musicke which I madeH
He found himselfe full greatly pleased at itH
Yet muling my pipe he tooke in hondH
My pipe before that muled of manyA
And plaid thereon for well that skill he condH
Himselfe as skilfull in that art as anyA
He pip'd I sung and when he sung I pipedH
By chaunge of turnes each making other meryG
Neither enuying other nor enuiedH
So piped we vntill we both were wearyG
There interrupting him a bonie swaineA
That Cuddy hight him thus atweene bespakeI
And should it not thy ready course restraineA
I would request thee Colin for my sakeI
To tell what thou didst sing when he did plaieE
For well I weene it worth recounting wasD
VVhether it were some hymne or morall laieE
Or carol made to praise thy loued lasseD
Nor of my loue nor of my losse quoth heG
I then did sing as then occasion fellE
For loue had me forlorne forlorne of meG
That made me in that desart chose to dwellE
But of my riuer Bregogs loue I soongI
VVhich to the shiny Mulla he did beareG
And yet doth beare and euer will so longI
As water doth within his bancks appeareG
Of fellowship said then that bony BoyN
Record to vs that louely lay againeA
The staie whereof shall nought these eares annoyA
VVho all that Colin makes do couet faineA
Heare then quoth he the tenor of my taleE
In sort as I it to that shepheard toldH
No leasing new nor Grandams fable staleE
But auncient truth confirm'd with credence oldH
Old father Mole Mole hight that mountain grayG
That walls the Northside of Armulla daleE
He had a daughter fresh as floure of MayG
VVhich gaue that name vnto that pleasant valeE
Mulla the daughter of oldMole so hightH
The Nimph which of that water course has chargeO
That springing out of Mole doth run downe rightH
to Butteuant where spreding forth at largeO
It giueth name vnto that auncient CittieH
VVhich Kilnemullah cleped is of oldH
VVhose ragged ruines breed great ruth and pittieH
To travailers which it from far beholdH
Full faine she lou'd and was belou'd full faineA
Of her owne brother riuer Bregog hightH
So hight because of this deceitfull traineA
VVhich he with Mulla wrought to win delightH
But her old sire more carefull of her goodH
And meaning her much better to preferreG
Did thinke to match her with the neighbour floodH
VVhich Allo hight Broad water called farreG
And wrought so well with his continuall paineA
That he that riuer for his daughter wonneA
The dowre agreed the day assigned plaineA
The place appointed where it should be dooneA
Nath lesse the Nymph her former liking heldH
For loue will not be drawne but must be leddeH
And Bregog did so well her fancie weldH
That her good will he got her first to weddeH
But for her father sitting still on hieG
Did warily still watch which way she wentH
And eke from far obseru'd with iealous eieL
VVhich way his course the wanton Bregog bentH
Him to deceiue for all his watchfull wardH
The wily louer did deuise this slightH
First into many parts his streame he shar'dH
That whilest the one was watcht the other mightH
Passe vnespide to meete her by the wayG
And then besides those little streames so brokenA
He vnder ground so closely did conuayA
That of their passage doth appeare no tokenA
Till they into the Mullaes water slideH
So secretly did he his loue enioyA
Yet not so secret but it was descriedH
And told her father by a shepheards boyA
Who wondrous wroth for that so foule despightH
In great auenge did roll downe from his hillE
Huge mightie stones the which encomber mightH
His passage and his water courses spillE
So of a Riuer which he was of oldH
He none was made but scattred all to noughtH
And lost emong those rocks into him roldH
Did lose his name so deare his loue he boughtH
Which hauing said him Thestylis bespakeI
Now by my life this was a mery layG
Worthie of Colin selfe that did it makeI
But read now eke of friendship I thee prayG
What dittie did that other shepheard singI
For I do couet most the same to heareG
As men vse most to couet forreine thingI
That shall I eke quoth he to you declareG
His song was all a lamentable layG
Of great vnkindnesse and of vsage hardH
Of Cynthia the Ladie of the seaG
Which from her presence faultlesse him debardH
And euer and anon with singults rifeP
He cryed out to make his vndersongI
Ah my loues queene and goddesse of my lifeP
Who shall me pittie when thou doest me wrongI
Then gan a gentle bonylasse to speakeI
That Marin hight Right well he sure did plaineA
That could great Cynthiaes sore displeasure breakeI
And moue to take him to her grace againeA
But tell on further Colin as befellE
Twixt him and thee that thee did hence dissuadeH
When thus our pipes we both had wearied wellE
Quoth he and each an end of singing madeH
He gan to cast great lyking to myJ

Edmund Spenser



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