Tis An Old Tale And Often Told Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Are they indeed the bitterest tears we shedA
Those we let fall over the silent deadA
Can our thoughts image forth no darker doomB
Than that which wraps us in the peaceful tombB
Whom have ye laid beneath that mossy graveC
Round which the slender sunny grass blades waveC
Who are ye calling back to tread againD
This weary walk of life towards whom in vainE
Are your fond eyes and yearning hearts upraisedA
The young the loved the honoured and the praisedA
Come hither look upon the faded cheekF
Of that still woman who with eyelids meekF
Veils her most mournful eyes upon her browG
Sometimes the sensitive blood will faintly glowH
When reckless hands her heart wounds roughly tearI
But patience oftener sits palely thereI
Beauty has left her hope and joy have longJ
Fled from her heart yet she is young is youngK
Has many years as human tongues would tellL
Upon the face of this blank earth to dwellL
Looks she not sad 'tis but a tale of oldA
Told o'er and o'er and ever to be toldA
The hourly story of our every dayA
Which when men hear they sigh and turn awayA
A tale too trite almost to find an earM
A woe too common to deserve a tearI
She is the daughter of a distant landA
Her kindred are far off her maiden handA
Sought for by many was obtained by oneN
Who owned a different birthland from her ownO
But what reck'd she of that as low she kneltA
Breathing her marriage vows her fond heart feltA
For thee I give up country home and friendsP
Thy love for each for all shall make amendsP
And was she loved perishing by her sideA
The children of her bosom drooped and diedA
The bitter life they drew from her cold breastA
Flicker'd and failed she laid them down to restA
Two pale young blossoms in their early sleepQ
And weeping said They have not lived to weepQ
And weeps she yet no to her weary eyesR
The bliss of tears her frozen heart deniesR
Complaint or sigh breathes not upon her lipsS
Her life is one dark fatal deep eclipseS
Lead her to the green grave where ye have laidA
The creature that ye mourn let it be saidA
Here love and youth and beauty are at restA
She only sadly murmurs Blest most blestA
And turns from gazing lest her miseryT
Should make her sin and pray to Heaven to dieA

Frances Anne Kemble (fanny)



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