Nunc Te Bacche Canam Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FGFGHEHE IJIJKLKL MGMGNONO GPGPKOKO GPGPQPQP RSRTUOUO VTVWXYXY WAWAWZWZ

'Tis done Henceforth nor joy nor woeA
Can make or mar my fateB
I gaze around above belowA
And all is desolateC
Go bid the shattered pine to bloomD
The mourner to be merryE
But bid no ray to cheer the tombD
In which my hopes I buryE
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I never thought the world was fairF
That 'Truth must reign victorious'G
I knew that Honesty was rareF
Wealth only meritoriousG
I knew that Women might deceiveH
And sometimes cared for moneyE
That Lovers who in Love believeH
Find gall as well as honeyE
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I knew that wondrous Classic loreI
Meant something most pedanticJ
That Mathematics were a boreI
And Morals un romanticJ
I knew my own beloved light blueK
Might much improve their rowingL
In fact I knew a thing or twoK
Decidedly worth knowingL
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But thou Fool fool I thought that thouM
At least wert something gloriousG
I saw thy polished ivory browM
And could not feel censoriousG
I thought I saw thee smile but thatN
Was all imaginationO
Upon the garden seat I satN
And gazed in adorationO
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I plucked a newly budding roseG
Our lips then met togetherP
We spoke not but a lover knowsG
How lips two lives can tetherP
We parted I believed thee trueK
I asked for no love tokenO
But now thy form no more I viewK
My Pipe my Pipe thou'rt brokenO
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Broken and when the Sun's warm raysG
Illumine hill and heatherP
I think of all the pleasant daysG
We might have had togetherP
When Lucifer's phosphoric beamQ
Shines e'er the Lake's dim waterP
O then my Beautiful I dreamQ
Of thee the salt sea's daughterP
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O why did Death thy beauty snatchR
And leave me lone and blightedS
Before the Hymeneal matchR
Our young loves had unitedT
I knew thou wert not made of clayU
I loved thee with devotionO
Soft emanation of the sprayU
Bright foam born child of OceanO
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One night I saw an unknown starV
Methought it gently noddedT
I saw or seemed to see afarV
Thy spirit disembodiedW
Cleansed from the stain of smoke and oilX
My tears it bade me wipeY
And there relieved from earthly toilX
I saw my Meerschaum pipeY
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Men offer me the noisome weedW
But nought can calm my sorrowA
Nor joy nor misery I heedW
I care not for the morrowA
Pipeless and friendless tempest tostW
I fade I faint I languishZ
He only who has loved and lostW
Can measure all my anguishZ

Edward Woodley Bowling



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