De Profundis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCD A BECCD A BDCCD BFGHD EEC D BBIID EEJKD BBLLD L MF D L FFLLD BBCCB BBCCB BBCCB BBCCB BBNNB BB B BBOOB BB B BBPPB BB B BBCCB BBHGB BBCCB BBOOB| I | A |
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| The face which duly as the sun | B |
| Rose up for me with life begun | B |
| To mark all bright hours of the day | C |
| With hourly love is dimmed away | C |
| And yet my days go on go on | D |
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| II | A |
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| The tongue which like a stream could run | B |
| Smooth music from the roughest stone | E |
| And every morning with ' Good day' | C |
| Make each day good is hushed away | C |
| And yet my days go on go on | D |
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| III | A |
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| The heart which like a staff was one | B |
| For mine to lean and rest upon | D |
| The strongest on the longest day | C |
| With steadfast love is caught away | C |
| And yet my days go on go on | D |
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| IV | - |
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| And cold before my summer's done | B |
| And deaf in Nature's general tune | F |
| And fallen too low for special fear | G |
| And here with hope no longer here | H |
| While the tears drop my days go on | D |
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| V | - |
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| The world goes whispering to its own | E |
| This anguish pierces to the bone | E |
| And tender friends go sighing round | C |
| What love can ever cure this wound ' | - |
| My days go on my days go on | D |
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| VI | - |
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| The past rolls forward on the sun | B |
| And makes all night O dreams begun | B |
| Not to be ended Ended bliss | I |
| And life that will not end in this | I |
| My days go on my days go on | D |
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| VII | - |
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| Breath freezes on my lips to moan | E |
| As one alone once not alone | E |
| I sit and knock at Nature's door | J |
| Heart bare heart hungry very poor | K |
| Whose desolated days go on | D |
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| VIII | - |
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| I knock and cry Undone undone | B |
| Is there no help no comfort none | B |
| No gleaning in the wide wheat plains | L |
| Where others drive their loaded wains | L |
| My vacant days go on go on | D |
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| IX | L |
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| This Nature though the snows be down | M |
| Thinks kindly of the bird of June | F |
| The little red hip on the tree | - |
| Is ripe for such What is for me | - |
| Whose days so winterly go on | D |
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| X | L |
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| No bird am I to sing in June | F |
| And dare not ask an equal boon | F |
| Good nests and berries red are Nature's | L |
| To give away to better creatures | L |
| And yet my days go on go on | D |
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| XI | - |
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| I ask less kindness to be done | B |
| Only to loose these pilgrim shoon | B |
| Too early worn and grimed with sweet | C |
| Cool deadly touch to these tired feet | C |
| Till days go out which now go on | B |
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| XII | - |
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| Only to lift the turf unmown | B |
| From off the earth where it has grown | B |
| Some cubit space and say Behold | C |
| Creep in poor Heart beneath that fold | C |
| Forgetting how the days go on | B |
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| XIII | - |
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| What harm would that do Green anon | B |
| The sward would quicken overshone | B |
| By skies as blue and crickets might | C |
| Have leave to chirp there day and night | C |
| While my new rest went on went on | B |
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| XIV | - |
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| From gracious Nature have I won | B |
| Such liberal bounty may I run | B |
| So lizard like within her side | C |
| And there be safe who now am tried | C |
| By days that painfully go on | B |
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| XV | - |
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| A Voice reproves me thereupon | B |
| More sweet than Nature's when the drone | B |
| Of bees is sweetest and more deep | N |
| Than when the rivers overleap | N |
| The shuddering pines and thunder on | B |
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| XVI | - |
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| God's Voice not Nature's Night and noon | B |
| He sits upon the great white throne | B |
| And listens for the creatures' praise | - |
| What babble we of days and days | - |
| The Day spring He whose days go on | B |
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| XVII | - |
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| He reigns above He reigns alone | B |
| Systems burn out and have his throne | B |
| Fair mists of seraphs melt and fall | O |
| Around Him changeless amid all | O |
| Ancient of Days whose days go on | B |
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| XVIII | - |
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| He reigns below He reigns alone | B |
| And having life in love forgone | B |
| Beneath the crown of sovran thorns | - |
| He reigns the Jealous God Who mourns | - |
| Or rules with Him while days go on | B |
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| XIX | - |
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| By anguish which made pale the sun | B |
| I hear Him charge his saints that none | B |
| Among his creatures anywhere | P |
| Blaspheme against Him with despair | P |
| However darkly days go on | B |
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| XX | - |
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| Take from my head the thorn wreath brown | B |
| No mortal grief deserves that crown | B |
| O supreme Love chief misery | - |
| The sharp regalia are for Thee | - |
| Whose days eternally go on | B |
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| XXI | - |
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| For us whatever's undergone | B |
| Thou knowest willest what is done | B |
| Grief may be joy misunderstood | C |
| Only the Good discerns the good | C |
| I trust Thee while my days go on | B |
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| XXII | - |
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| Whatever's lost it first was won | B |
| We will not struggle nor impugn | B |
| Perhaps the cup was broken here | H |
| That Heaven's new wine might show more clear | G |
| I praise Thee while my days go on | B |
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| XXIII | - |
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| I praise Thee while my days go on | B |
| I love Thee while my days go on | B |
| Through dark and dearth through fire and frost | C |
| With emptied arms and treasure lost | C |
| I thank Thee while my days go on | B |
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| XXIV | - |
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| And having in thy life depth thrown | B |
| Being and suffering which are one | B |
| As a child drops his pebble small | O |
| Down some deep well and hears it fall | O |
| Smiling so I THY DAYS GO ON | B |
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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