The Race Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKDDLLMMNNOOPPDDQQRR DDSSTTUVWWXXAAYYZZA2 A2B2B2C2C2D2D2OO| The guests were gathered in the ancient park | A |
| Of my Lord Wynne and he was now their mark | A |
| For wit and gossip quite the usual way | B |
| Where one bestows and no one need repay | B |
| A stumbling block his pride his heart's in strife | C |
| Between two women which to choose for wife | C |
| He's always hovering round that lovely girl | D |
| His lawyer's daughter who will never furl | D |
| Her flag of pride she rivals Gilbert there | E |
| Now watch their meeting none more bravely wear | E |
| Their beauty recognize a woman's own | F |
| Than Clara Mercome Gilbert Wynne has sown | F |
| His wild oats for her sake yet he delays | G |
| And with my Lady Bond divides his days | G |
| Who bets on beauty hedges in on age | H |
| Which tries the flight to perch in Lord Wynne's cage | H |
| Will Lady Bond or Clara be the queen | I |
| For Lady Bond is certain of her lien | I |
| He heard this talk while standing by a beech | J |
| Hugh Wynne and planned how he might overreach | J |
| Gilbert and Clara break the pride of both | K |
| Part them for good or make them plight their troth | K |
| Now for a race he cried to Martin's Mill | D |
| The boats are here behold the lake is still | D |
| Here Gilbert take your oar I'll follow soon | L |
| Though sunset's nigh to night is harvest moon | L |
| Let go the rope the knot's inside take these | M |
| Arrange a seat adjust it at your ease | M |
| She's here Miss Mercome you will help him win | N |
| The race and will not count my wager sin | N |
| And he was gone the pair were face to face | O |
| I'll take the oars he gasped we'll win this race | O |
| He never felt his heart so in his breast | P |
| I hope you will forgive my cousin's jest | P |
| A haughty murmur was her sole reply | D |
| No rowers followed Never did swallows fly | D |
| So swift or dip the lake like Gilbert's oars | Q |
| He was watchful careless she There soars | Q |
| A heron quite a feature of your state | R |
| Are gems and peacocks tell me still in date | R |
| How deep the woods upon the water steal | D |
| One to the other making soft appeal | D |
| Not being human wood and water meet | S |
| In their own speech and soulless things are sweet | S |
| Together So they are to me I like | T |
| To watch the herons by the sedgy dike | T |
| They keep me tranquil and I love to feed | U |
| The pike in yon old pool they help to lead | V |
| Why here is Martin's Bridge and yet no boats | W |
| Shall we return Said Clara then There floats | W |
| A lily bed beyond let's shoot beneath | X |
| The bridge and lilies pull I want a wreath | X |
| He knew the channel narrow it was dark | A |
| But his heart leaped at this relenting mark | A |
| He drew his oars up pointed in the helm | Y |
| And shot in the cool gloom He thought no realm | Y |
| On which the sun had shone was half so bright | Z |
| And somehow Clara thought it nice as light | Z |
| The waters swirled so swift that in the noise | A2 |
| Clara grew dizzy Gilbert lost his poise | A2 |
| And lost an oar with a confusing shock | B2 |
| The boat was grinding stopped against a rock | B2 |
| Gilbert my dear are we not going down | C2 |
| Dearest my love we were not born to drown | C2 |
| Oh kiss me we are safe and grant me now | D2 |
| Yourself I'll gather lilies for your brow | D2 |
| And Hugh will know that I have won the race | O |
| And Clara my dear wife her rightful place | O |
Elizabeth Stoddard
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