A Vision Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBCC DEEEEEEEE FFFGGBGBB EBEBBBBBAs hard at work I trimmed the midnight lamp | A |
Yfilling of mine head with classic lore | B |
Mine hands firm clasped upon my temples damp | A |
Methought I heard a tapping at the door | B |
'Come in ' I cried with most unearthly rore | B |
Fearing a horrid Dun or Don to see | C |
Or Tomkins that unmitigated bore | B |
Whom I love not but who alas loves me | C |
And cometh oft unbid and drinketh of my tea | C |
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'Come in ' I rored when suddenly there rose | D |
A magick form before my dazzled eyes | E |
'Or do I wake ' I asked myself 'or doze' | E |
Or hath an angel come in mortal guise' | E |
So wondered I but nothing mote surmise | E |
Only I gazed upon that lovely face | E |
In reverence yblent with mute surprise | E |
Sure never yet was seen such wondrous grace | E |
Since Adam first began to run his earthlie race | E |
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Her hands were folded on her bosom meek | F |
Her sweet blue eyes were lifted t'ward the skie | F |
Her lips were parted yet she did not speak | F |
Only at times she sighed or seemed to sigh | G |
In all her 'haviour was there nought of shy | G |
Yet well I wis no Son of Earth would dare | B |
To look with love upon that lofty eye | G |
For in her beauty there was somewhat rare | B |
A something that repell'd an ordinary stare | B |
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Then did she straight a snowycloth disclose | E |
Of samite which she placed upon a chair | B |
Then smiling like a freshly budding rose | E |
She gazed upon me with a witching air | B |
As mote a Cynic anchorite ensnare | B |
Eftsoons as though her thoughts she could not smother | B |
She hasted thus her mission to declare | B |
'Please these is your clean things I've brought instead of brother | B |
'And if you'll pay the bill you'll much oblige my mother ' | - |
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Edward Woodley Bowling
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