The Chamois Hunter's Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CDEE FFEE GHEE IIJJ KKLL MMEE NNEEThy heart is in the upper world where fleet the chamois bounds | A |
Thy heart is where the mountain fir shakes to the torrent sounds | A |
And where the snow peaks gleam like stars through the stillness of the air | B |
And where the Lauwine's peal is heart Hunter thy heart is there | B |
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I know thou lovest me well dear friend but better better far | C |
Thou lovest that high and haughty life with rocks and storms at war | D |
In the green sunny vales with me thy spirit would but pine | E |
And yet I will be thine my love and yet I will be thine | E |
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And I will not seek to woo thee down from those thy native heights | F |
With the sweet song our land's own song of pastoral delights | F |
For thou must live as eagles live thy path is not as mine | E |
And yet I will be thine my love and yet I will be thine | E |
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And I will leave my blessed home my father's joyous hearth | G |
With all the voices meeting there in tenderness and mirth | H |
With all the kind and laughing eyes that in its firelight shine | E |
To sit forsaken in thy hut yet know that thou art mine | E |
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It is my youth it is my bloom it is my glad free heart | I |
That I cast away for thee for thee all reckless as thou art | I |
With tremblings and with vigils lone I bind myself to dwell | J |
Yet yet I would not change that lot oh no I love too well | J |
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A mournful thing is love which grows to one so wild as thou | K |
With that bright restlessness of eye that tameless fire of brow | K |
Mournful but dearer far I call its mingled fear and pride | L |
And the trouble of its happiness than aught on earth beside | L |
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To listen for thy step in vain to start at every breath | M |
To watch through long long nights of storm to sleep and dream of death | M |
To wake in doubt and loneliness this doom I know is mine | E |
And yet I will be thine my love and yet I will be thine | E |
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That I may greet thee from thine Alps when thence thou comest at last | N |
That I may hear thy thrilling voice tell o'er each danger past | N |
That I may kneel and pray for thee and win thee aid divine | E |
For this I will be thine my love for this I will be thine | E |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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