The Violet-gatherer (from The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF AGAG HBHB IHIH JHJH HJHJ JKJK HLHL MNON HHHH PQIR HJHJ EHEH AGAG OJOJ HJHJ OSOT OHHJ| Pale the moon her light was shedding | A |
| O'er the landscape far and wide | B |
| Calmly bright all ills undreading | A |
| Emma wander'd by my side | B |
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| Night's sad birds their harsh notes utter'd | C |
| Perching low among the trees | D |
| Emma's milk white kirtle flutter'd | C |
| Graceful in the rising breeze | D |
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| Then in sweetness more than mortal | E |
| Sang a voice a plaintive air | F |
| As we pass'd the church's portal | E |
| Lo a ghostly form stood there | F |
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| Emma come thy mother's calling | A |
| Lone I lie in night and gloom | G |
| Whilst the sun and moon beams falling | A |
| Glance upon my marble tomb | G |
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| Emma star'd upon the figure | H |
| Wish'd to speak but vainly tried | B |
| Press'd my hand with loving vigour | H |
| Trembled faulter'd gasp'd and died | B |
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| Home I bore my luckless maiden | I |
| Home I bore her in despair | H |
| Chilly blasts with night dew laden | I |
| Rustled through her streaming hair | H |
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| Plunging then amid the forest | J |
| Soon I found the stately tree | H |
| Under which when heat was sorest | J |
| She was wont to sit with me | H |
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| Down my cheek ran tears in fever | H |
| While with axe its stem I cut | J |
| Soon it fell and I with lever | H |
| Roll'd it straight to Emma's hut | J |
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| Kiss'd her oft and love empassion'd | J |
| Sung a song in wildest tones | K |
| While the oaken boards I fashion'd | J |
| Doom'd to hide her lovely bones | K |
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| Thereupon I sought the bower | H |
| Where she kept her single hive | L |
| Morning shone on tree and flower | H |
| All around me look'd alive | L |
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| Stung by bees in thousand places | M |
| Out I took the yellow comb | N |
| Emma deck'd in all her graces | O |
| Past my vision seem'd to roam | N |
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| Soon of wax I form'd a taper | H |
| O'er my love it cast its ray | H |
| 'Till the night came clad in vapour | H |
| When in grave I laid her clay | H |
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| Deep below me sank the coffin | P |
| While my tears fell fast as rain | Q |
| Deep it sank and I full often | I |
| Thought to heave it up again | R |
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| Soon as e'er the stars so merry | H |
| Heaven's arch next night illum'd | J |
| Sad I sought the cemetery | H |
| Where my true love lay entomb'd | J |
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| Then in sweetness more than mortal | E |
| Sang a voice a plaintive lay | H |
| Underneath the church's portal | E |
| Emma stood in death array | H |
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| Louis come thy love is calling | A |
| Lone I lie in night and gloom | G |
| Whilst the sun and moon beams falling | A |
| Glance upon my lowly tomb | G |
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| Emma dear I cried in gladness | O |
| Take me too beneath the sod | J |
| Leave me not to pine in sadness | O |
| Here on earth's detested clod | J |
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| Death should only strike the hoary | H |
| Yet my Louis thou shalt die | J |
| When the stars again in glory | H |
| Shine upon the midnight sky | J |
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| Tears bedeck'd her long eyelashes | O |
| While she kiss'd my features wan | S |
| Then like flame that dies o'er ashes | O |
| All at once the maid was gone | T |
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| Therefore pluck I painted violets | O |
| Which shall strew my lifeless clay | H |
| When to night the stars have call'd me | H |
| Unto joys that last for aye | J |
George Borrow
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