The Poppy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EFFF GGFF AAHH FFGG FFI FFF JF G II IIKKL FFFF MMMM FFMM JJJJ MMF GGJJ GGJJJ NNOO OOFF| Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare | A |
| And left the flush'd print in a poppy there | A |
| Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came | B |
| And the fanning wind puff'd it to flapping flame | B |
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| With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank | C |
| The blood of the sun as he slaughter'd sank | C |
| And dipp'd its cup in the purpurate shine | D |
| When the eastern conduits ran with wine | D |
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| Till it grew lethargied with fierce bliss | E |
| And hot as a swink egrave d gipsy is | F |
| And drowsed in sleepy savageries | F |
| With mouth wide a pout for a sultry kiss | F |
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| A child and man paced side by side | G |
| Treading the skirts of eventide | G |
| But between the clasp of his hand and hers | F |
| Lay felt not twenty wither'd years | F |
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| She turn'd with the rout of her dusk South hair | A |
| And saw the sleeping gipsy there | A |
| And snatch'd and snapp'd it in swift child's whim | H |
| With 'Keep it long as you live ' to him | H |
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| And his smile as nymphs from their laving meres | F |
| Trembled up from a bath of tears | F |
| And joy like a mew sea rock'd apart | G |
| Toss'd on the wave of his troubled heart | G |
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| For he saw what she did not see | F |
| That as kindled by its own fervency | F |
| The verge shrivell'd inward smoulderingly | I |
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| And suddenly 'twixt his hand and hers | F |
| He knew the twenty wither'd years | F |
| No flower but twenty shrivell'd years | F |
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| 'Was never such thing until this hour ' | - |
| Low to his heart he said 'the flower | J |
| Of sleep brings wakening to me | F |
| And of oblivion memory ' | - |
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| 'Was never this thing to me ' he said | G |
| 'Though with bruis egrave d poppies my feet are red ' | - |
| And again to his own heart very low | I |
| 'O child I love for I love and know | I |
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| 'But you who love nor know at all | I |
| The diverse chambers in Love's guest hall | I |
| Where some rise early few sit long | K |
| In how differing accents hear the throng | K |
| His great Pentecostal tongue | L |
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| 'Who know not love from amity | F |
| Nor my reported self from me | F |
| A fair fit gift is this meseems | F |
| You give this withering flower of dreams | F |
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| 'O frankly fickle and fickly true | M |
| Do you know what the days will do to you | M |
| To your Love and you what the days will do | M |
| O frankly fickle and fickly true | M |
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| 'You have loved me Fair three lives or days | F |
| 'Twill pass with the passing of my face | F |
| But where I go your face goes too | M |
| To watch lest I play false to you | M |
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| 'I am but my sweet your foster lover | J |
| Knowing well when certain years are over | J |
| You vanish from me to another | J |
| Yet I know and love like the foster mother | J |
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| 'So frankly fickle and fickly true | M |
| For my brief life while I take from you | M |
| This token fair and fit meseems | F |
| For me this withering flower of dreams ' | - |
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| The sleep flower sways in the wheat its head | G |
| Heavy with dreams as that with bread | G |
| The goodly grain and the sun flush'd sleeper | J |
| The reaper reaps and Time the reaper | J |
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| I hang 'mid men my needless head | G |
| And my fruit is dreams as theirs is bread | G |
| The goodly men and the sun hazed sleeper | J |
| Time shall reap but after the reaper | J |
| The world shall glean of me me the sleeper | J |
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| Love love your flower of wither'd dream | N |
| In leav egrave d rhyme lies safe I deem | N |
| Shelter'd and shut in a nook of rhyme | O |
| From the reaper man and his reaper Time | O |
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| Love I fall into the claws of Time | O |
| But lasts within a leav egrave d rhyme | O |
| All that the world of me esteems | F |
| My wither'd dreams my wither'd dreams | F |
Francis Thompson
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