Stanzas To The Po Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB BCBD EFEF GHGI JKLM NOPO BQBG RSRT UVUV WXWX YZYZ WBWB A2B2A2C2

River that rollest by the ancient wallsA
Where dwells the lady of my love when sheB
Walks by thy brink and there perchance recallsA
A faint and fleeting memory of meB
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What if thy deep and ample stream should beB
A mirror of my heart where she may readC
The thousand thoughts I now betray to theeB
Wild as thy wave and headlong as thy speedD
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What do I say a mirror of my heartE
Are not thy waters sweeping dark and strongF
Such as my feelings were and are thou artE
And such as thou art were my passions longF
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Time may have somewhat tamed them not for everG
Thou overflow'st thy banks and not for ayeH
The bosom overboils congenial riverG
Thy floods subside and mine have sunk awayI
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But left long wrecks behind and now againJ
Born in our old unchanged career we moveK
Thou tendest wildly onwards to the mainL
And I to loving one I should not loveM
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The current I behold will sweep beneathN
Her native walls and murmur at her feetO
Her eyes will look on thee when she shall breatheP
The twilight air unharmed by summer's heatO
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She will look on thee I have looked on theeB
Full of that thought and from that moment ne'erQ
Thy waters could I dream of name or seeB
Without the inseparable sigh for herG
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Her bright eyes will be imaged in thy streamR
Yes they will meet the wave I gaze on nowS
Mine cannot witness even in a dreamR
That happy wave repass me in its flowT
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The wave that bears my tears returns no moreU
Will she return by whom that wave shall sweepV
Both tread thy banks both wander on thy shoreU
I by thy source she by the dark blue deepV
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But that which keepeth us apart is notW
Distance nor depth of wave nor space of earthX
But the distraction of a various lotW
As various as the climates of our birthX
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A stranger loves the lady of the landY
Born far beyond the mountains but his bloodZ
Is all meridian as if never fannedY
By the black wind that chills the polar floodZ
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My blood is all meridian were it notW
I had not left my clime nor should I beB
In spite of tortures ne'er to be forgotW
A slave again of love at least of theeB
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'Tis vain to struggle let me perish youngA2
Live as I lived and love as I have lovedB2
To dust if I return from dust I sprungA2
And then at least my heart can ne'er be movedC2

George Gordon Lord Byron



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