Don Rafael Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCA DEED FGHFIJJI KLLK MNNM OPPO QRRQ SAAP DTTD QUVW XYZX A2B2B2A2 C2D2D2E2 F2G2H2F2 I2H2H2I2 FJ2J2F LI2I2L I2QQI2 ABCA| I would not have he said | A |
| Tears nor the black pall nor the wormy grave | B |
| Grief's hideous panoply I would not have | C |
| Round me when I am dead | A |
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| Music and flowers and light | D |
| And choric dances to guitar and flute | E |
| Be these around me when my lips are mute | E |
| Mine eyes are sealed from sight | D |
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| So let me lie one day | F |
| One long eternal day in sunshine bathed | G |
| In cerements of silken tissue swathed | H |
| Smothered 'neath flowers of May | F |
| One perfect day of peace | I |
| Or ere clean flame consume my fleshly veil | J |
| My life a gilded vapor shall exhale | J |
| Brief as a sigh and cease | I |
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| But ere the torch be laid | K |
| To my unshrinking limbs by some true hand | L |
| Athwart the orange fragrant laughing land | L |
| Bring many a dark eyed maid | K |
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| From the bright sea kissed town | M |
| My beautiful beloved enemies | N |
| Gemmed as the dew voluptuous as the breeze | N |
| Each in her festal gown | M |
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| All those through whom I learned | O |
| The sweet of folly and the pains of love | P |
| My Rose my Star my Comforter my Dove | P |
| For whom poor moth I burned | O |
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| Loves of a day and hour | Q |
| Or passions vowed eternal of a year | R |
| Though each be strange to each to me all dear | R |
| As to the bee the flower | Q |
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| Around me they shall move | S |
| In languid contra dances and shall shed | A |
| Their smiling eyebeams as I were not dead | A |
| But quick to flash back love | P |
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| Something not alien quite | D |
| To tender ruth perchance their breast shall fill | T |
| Seeing him that was so mobile grown so still | T |
| The fiery veined so white | D |
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| And when the dance is o'er | Q |
| The pinched guitar the smitten tambourine | U |
| Have ceased their rhythmic beat oh friends of mine | V |
| On my rich bier then pour | W |
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| The garlands that ye wear | X |
| The happy rose that on your bosom breathes | Y |
| The fresh culled clusters and the dewy wreaths | Z |
| That crown your fragrant hair | X |
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| Though blind I still shall see | A2 |
| Though dead shall feel your presence and shall know | B2 |
| I who was beauty's life long slave shall so | B2 |
| Win her in death to me | A2 |
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| Thanks sisters and farewell | C2 |
| Back to your joys My brother shall make room | D2 |
| For my tried sword upon the high piled bloom | D2 |
| And fire the pinnacle | E2 |
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| My soul pure flame shall leap | F2 |
| To meet its parent essence once again | G2 |
| My body dust and ashes shall remain | H2 |
| Tired heart and brain shall sleep | F2 |
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| Life has one gate alone | I2 |
| Obscure beset with peril and fierce pain | H2 |
| Large death has many portals to his fane | H2 |
| Why choose we to make moan | I2 |
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| Why dwell with worms and clay | F |
| When we may soar through air on wings of flame | J2 |
| Dissolve to small white dust our perfect frame | J2 |
| And never know decay | F |
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| A brother's pious hand | L |
| The pure fire winnowed ashes shall inurn | I2 |
| And lay them in the orange grove where burn | I2 |
| Globed suns that scent the land | L |
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| The leaf shall be more green | I2 |
| Even for my dust more snowy soft the flower | Q |
| More juicy sweet the fruit's live pulp the bower | Q |
| Richer that I have been | I2 |
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| For I would not he said | A |
| Tears and the black pall and the wormy grave | B |
| Grief's hideous panoply I would not have | C |
| Round me when I am dead | A |
Emma Lazarus
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