The Spanish Chapel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFGF HIJI KLKL MNMN OPOP QMQM RSRS TUTU JAJA VWVW XYX JZHA2 B2LB2L WC2WC2 FD2F

I made a mountain brook my guideA
Thro' a wild Spanish glenB
And wandered on its grassy sideA
Far from the homes of menB
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It lured me with a singing toneC
And many a sunny glanceD
To a green spot of beauty loneC
A haunt for old romanceD
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A dim and deeply bosom'd groveE
Of many an aged treeF
Such as the shadowy violets loveG
The fawn and forest beeF
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The darkness of the chestnut boughH
There on the waters layI
The bright stream reverently belowJ
Check'd its exulting playI
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And bore a music all subduedK
And led a silvery sheenL
On thro' the breathing solitudeK
Of that rich leafy sceneL
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For something viewlessly aroundM
Of solemn influence dweltN
In the soft gloom and whispery soundM
Not to be told but feltN
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While sending forth a quiet gleamO
Across the wood's reposeP
And o'er the twilight of the streamO
A lowly chapel roseP
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A pathway to that still retreatQ
Thro' many a myrtle woundM
And there a sight how strangely sweetQ
My steps in wonder boundM
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For on a brilliant bed of flowersR
Even at the threshold madeS
As if to sleep thro' sultry hoursR
A young fair child was laidS
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To sleep oh ne'er on childhood's eyeT
And silken lashes press'dU
Did the warm living slumber lieT
With such a weight of restU
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Yet still a tender crimson glowJ
Its cheek's pure marble dyedA
'Twas but the light's faint streaming flowJ
Thro' roses heap'd besideA
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I stoop'd the smooth round arm was chillV
The soft lip's breath was fledW
And the bright ringlets hung so stillV
The lovely child was deadW
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'Alas ' I cried 'fair faded thingX
Thou hast wrung bitter tearsY
And thou hast left a wo to clingX
Round yearning hearts for years '-
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But then a voice came sweet and lowJ
I turn'd and near me sateZ
A woman with a mourner's browH
Pale yet not desolateA2
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And in her still clear matron faceB2
All solemnly sereneL
A shadow'd image I could traceB2
Of that young slumberer's mienL
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'Stranger thou pitiest me ' she saidW
With lips that faintly smil'dC2
'As here I watch beside my deadW
My fair and precious childC2
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'But know the time worn heart may beF
By pangs in this world rivenD2
Keener than theirs who yield like meF
An angel thus to Heaven '-

Felicia Dorothea Hemans



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