In A Season Of Bereavement. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEECC FGHHCC IIJJCC KLMMCC NNOPCC MMQQCC RRNNCC QQSSCC TTUVWW

Bright summer comes all bloom and flowersA
To garland o'er her faded bowersA
There's balm and sunshine on her wingB
But where's the friend she used to bringB
One heart is sad 'mid all the gleeC
And only asks Oh where is heC
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He comes not now he comes not nowD
To chase the gloom from off my browD
He comes not with his wonted smileE
The weary moments to beguileE
There's joy in every look I seeC
But mine is sad for Where is heC
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Closed is the book we used to readF
There's none to smile there's none to heedG
Our 'customed walk's deserted tooH
It charms not as it used to doH
The fav'rite path the well known treeC
All all are whispering Where is heC
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This faithful heart is now a shrineI
For each dear look and tone of thineI
And every scene thou used to prizeJ
Forever hallowed in my eyesJ
But oh how loved those friends shall beC
Whose tearful eyes say Where is heC
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I would not breathe to stranger's earK
A name so sacred and so clearL
And when the reckless crowd are nighM
My bosom checks the rising sighM
But when no human eye can seeC
It bleeding cries Ah where is heC
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Oh how I miss thy smile of lightN
Welcome at morn and kind good nightN
But when the quiet eve comes onO
I feel that thou indeed art goneP
That herald of delight to meC
Is joyless now for Where is heC
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I have not seen the crimson dyeM
Which sunset gives the western skyM
Since on thy couch of death thou layQ
And watched its glories fade awayQ
Those hues so oft admired with theeC
Would ask too loudly Where is heC
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And oh that orb on whose mild raysR
So fondly too we used to gazeR
And though far distant there uniteN
At the same sacred hour of nightN
Seems sadly now to whisper meC
Thou art all alone where where is heC
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Life was to us no cloudless dayQ
Blossom and blight still marked our wayQ
But sorrow is not skilled to partS
It links more closely heart to heartS
Yes and they ever linked shall beC
Summer oh tell me where is heC
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I hear a voice upon the breezeT
It speaks of holier ties than theseT
Of worlds where farewell sounds are o'erU
And Death a victor never moreV
It bids me for that clime prepareW
And sweetly whispers He is thereW

Eliza Paul Kirkbride Gurney



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