An Hour Of Romance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDD EFEFGHHGIIJKLJLMMNOO NIIPPQQRRSSTTUUOO| There were thick leaves above me and around | A |
| And low sweet sighs like those of childhood's sleep | B |
| Amidst their dimness and a fitful sound | A |
| As of soft showers on water dark and deep | B |
| Lay the oak shadows o'er the turf so still | C |
| They seem'd but pictured glooms a hidden rill | C |
| Made music such as haunts us in a dream | D |
| Under the fern tufts and a tender gleam | D |
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| Of soft green light as by the glow worm shed | E |
| Came pouring thro' the woven beech boughs down | F |
| And steep'd the magic page wherein I read | E |
| Of royal chivalry and old renown | F |
| A tale of Palestine Meanwhile the bee | G |
| Swept past me with a tone of summer hours | H |
| A drowsy bugle wafting thoughts of flowers | H |
| Blue skies and amber sunshine brightly free | G |
| On filmy wings the purple dragon fly | I |
| Shot glancing like a fairy javelin by | I |
| And a sweet voice of sorrow told the dell | J |
| Where sat the lone wood pigeon | K |
| But ere long | L |
| All sense of these things faded as the spell | J |
| Breathing from that high gorgeous tale grew strong | L |
| On my chain'd soul 'twas not the leaves I heard | M |
| A Syrian wind the Lion banner stirr'd | M |
| Thro' its proud floating folds 'twas not the brook | N |
| Singing in secret thro' its grassy glen | O |
| A wild shrill trumpet of the Saracen | O |
| Peal'd from the desert's lonely heart and shook | N |
| The burning air Like clouds when winds are high | I |
| O'er glittering sands flew steeds of Araby | I |
| And tents rose up and sudden lance and spear | P |
| Flash'd where a fountain's diamond wave lay clear | P |
| Shadow'd by graceful palm trees Then the shout | Q |
| Of merry England's joy swell'd freely out | Q |
| Sent thro' an eastern heaven whose glorious hue | R |
| Made shields dark mirrors to its depths of blue | R |
| And harps were there I heard their sounding strings | S |
| As the waste echoed to the mirth of kings | S |
| The bright masque faded Unto life's worn track | T |
| What call'd me from its flood of glory back | T |
| A voice of happy childhood and they pass'd | U |
| Banner and harp and Paynim's trumpet's blast | U |
| Yet might I scarce bewail the splendours gone | O |
| My heart so leap'd to that sweet laughter's tone | O |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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