Gilded Gold Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDDEEFF GHGHIIJJJK KFFHHFFLLFFFF MKMKBBNOPPKKFFFF| Thou dost to rich attire a grace | A |
| To let it deck itself with thee | B |
| And teachest pomp strange cunning ways | C |
| To be thought simplicity | B |
| But lilies stolen from grassy mold | D |
| No more curled state unfold | D |
| Translated to a vase of gold | D |
| In burning throne though they keep still | E |
| Serenities unthawed and chill | E |
| Therefore albeit thou'rt stately so | F |
| In statelier state thou us'dst to go | F |
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| Though jewels should phosphoric burn | G |
| Through those night waters of thine hair | H |
| A flower from its translucid urn | G |
| Poured silver flame more lunar fair | H |
| These futile trappings but recall | I |
| Degenerate worshippers who fall | I |
| In purfled kirtle and brocade | J |
| To 'parel the white Mother Maid | J |
| For as her image stood arrayed | J |
| In vests of its self substance wrought | K |
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| To measure of the sculptor's thought | K |
| Slurred by those added braveries | F |
| So for thy spirit did devise | F |
| Its Maker seemly garniture | H |
| Of its own essence parcel pure | H |
| From grave simplicities a dress | F |
| And reticent demurenesses | F |
| And love encinctured with reserve | L |
| Which the woven vesture should subserve | L |
| For outward robes in their ostents | F |
| Should show the soul's habiliments | F |
| Therefore I say Thou'rt fair even so | F |
| But better Fair I use to know | F |
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| The violet would thy dusk hair deck | M |
| With graces like thine own unsought | K |
| Ah but such place would daze and wreck | M |
| Its simple lowly rustic thought | K |
| For so advanced dear to thee | B |
| It would unlearn humility | B |
| Yet do not with an altered look | N |
| In these weak numbers read rebuke | O |
| Which are but jealous lest too much | P |
| God's master piece thou shouldst retouch | P |
| Where a sweetness is complete | K |
| Add not sweets unto the sweet | K |
| Or as thou wilt for others so | F |
| In unfamiliar richness go | F |
| But keep for mine acquainted eyes | F |
| The fashions of thy Paradise | F |
Francis Thompson
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