To Carmen Sylva Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDE FFBBGGBB HHIIJJKK LCMMNNOO PPQQRRQQ SSTTUUDD VVWWQQXX VVBBYYZZ

Oh that the golden lyre divineA
Whence David smote flame tones were mineA
Oh that the silent harp which hungB
Untuned unstrungB
Upon the willows by the riverC
Would throb beneath my touch and quiverC
With the old song enchanted spellD
Of IsraelE
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Oh that the large prophetic VoiceF
Would make my reed piped throat its choiceF
All ears should prick all hearts should springB
To hear me singB
The burden of the isles the wordG
Assyria knew Damascus heardG
When like the wind while cedars shakeB
Isaiah spakeB
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For I would frame a song to dayH
Winged like a bird to cleave its wayH
O'er land and sea that spread betweenI
To where a QueenI
Sits with a triple coronetJ
Genius and Sorrow both have setJ
Their diadems above the goldK
A Queen three foldK
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To her the forest lent its lyreL
Hers are the sylvan dews the fireC
Of Orient suns the mist wreathed gleamsM
Of mountain streamsM
She the imperial Rhine's own childN
Takes to her heart the wood nymph wildN
The gypsy Pelech and the wideO
White Danube's tideO
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She who beside an infant's bierP
Long since resigned all hope to hearP
The sacred name of Mother blessQ
Her childlessnessQ
Now from a people's sole acclaimR
Receives the heart vibrating nameR
And Mother Mother Mother fillsQ
The echoing hillsQ
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Yet who is he who pines apartS
Estranged from that maternal heartS
Ungraced unfriended and forlornT
The butt of scornT
An alien in his land of birthU
An outcast from his brethren's earthU
Albeit with theirs his blood mixed wellD
When Plevna fellD
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When all Roumania's chains were rivenV
When unto all his sons was givenV
The hero's glorious rewardW
Reaped by the swordW
Wherefore was this poor thrall whose chainsQ
Hung heaviest within whose veinsQ
The oldest blood of freedom streamedX
Still unredeemedX
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O Mother Poet Queen in oneV
Pity and save he is thy sonV
For poet David's sake the kingB
Of all who singB
For thine own people's sake who shareY
His law his truth his praise his prayerY
For his sake who was sacrificedZ
His brother ChristZ

Emma Lazarus



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