Unto This Last Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGGHHIIJJKK LLMNOOPPJJ QQQQJJJRRSTQQUUQQVVQ QHHA boy's young fancy taketh love | A |
Most simply with the rind thereof | A |
A boy's young fancy tasteth more | B |
The rind than the deific core | B |
Ah Sweet to cast away the slips | C |
Of unessential rind and lips | C |
Fix on the immortal core is well | D |
But heard'st thou ever any tell | D |
Of such a fool would take for food | E |
Aspect and scent however good | F |
Of sweetest core Love's orchards grow | G |
Should such a phantast please him so | G |
Love where Love's reverent self denies | H |
Love to feed but with his eyes | H |
All the savour all the touch | I |
Another's was there ever such | I |
Such were fool if fool there be | J |
Such fool was I and was for thee | J |
But if the touch and savour too | K |
Of this fruit say Sweet of you | K |
You unto another give | L |
For sacrosanct prerogative | L |
Yet even scent and aspect were | M |
Some elected Second's share | N |
And one gone mad should rest content | O |
With memory of show and scent | O |
Would not thyself vow if there sigh | P |
Such a fool say Sweet as I | P |
Treble frenzy it must be | J |
Still to love and to love thee | J |
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Yet had I torn man knoweth not | Q |
Nor scarce the unweeping angels wot | Q |
Of such dread task the lightest part | Q |
Her fingers from about my heart | Q |
Heart did we not think that she | J |
Had surceased her tyranny | J |
Heart we bounded and were free | J |
O sacrilegious freedom Till | R |
She came and taught my apostate will | R |
The winnowed sweet mirth cannot guess | S |
And tear fined peace of hopefulness | T |
Looked spake simply touched and went | Q |
Now old pain is fresh content | Q |
Proved content is unproved pain | U |
Pangs fore tempted which in vain | U |
I faithless have denied now bud | Q |
To untempted fragrance and the mood | Q |
Of contrite heavenliness all days | V |
Joy affrights me in my ways | V |
Extremities of old delight | Q |
Afflict me with new exquisite | Q |
Virgin piercings of surprise | H |
Stung by those wild brown bees her eyes | H |
Francis Thompson
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