Ad Manus Puellae Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABB ACACD AEAEE AAAAA

I was always a lover of ladies' handsA
Or ever mine heart came here to trystB
For the sake of your carved white hands' commandsA
The tapering fingers the dainty wristB
The hands of a girl were what I kissedB
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I remember an hand like a fleur de lysA
When it slid from its silken sheath her gloveC
With its odours passing ambergrisA
And that was the empty husk of a loveC
Oh how shall I kiss your hands enoughD
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They are pale with the pallor of ivoriesA
But they blush to the tips like a curled sea shellE
What treasure in kingly treasuriesA
Of gold and spice for the thuribleE
Is sweet as her hands to hoard and tellE
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I know not the way from your finger tipsA
Nor how I shall gain the higher landsA
The citadel of your sacred lipsA
I am captive still of my pleasant bandsA
The hands of a girl and most your handsA

Ernest Dowson



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