The Lily Of The Valley Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


There is not any weed but hath its showerA
There is not any pool but hath its starB
And black and muddy though the waters areB
We may not miss the glory of a flowerA
And winter moons will give them magic powerA
To spin in cylinders of diamond sparB
And everything hath beauty near and farB
And keepeth close and waiteth on its hourA
And I when I encounter on my roadC
A human soul that looketh black and grimD
Shall I more ceremonious be than GodE
Shall I refuse to watch one hour with himD
Who once beside our deepest woe did budF
A patient watching flower about the brimD

George Macdonald


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