A Poet's Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHIIJJKL MMNNMMOPQQEEQQDDMMRR EQSSTUQQVVWW XXQEYY WZMMEEWA2MMB2C2

Two pretty rills do meet and meeting makeA
Within one valley a large silver lakeA
About whose banks the fertile mountains stoodB
In ages pass d bravely crowned with woodB
Which lending cold sweet shadows gave it graceC
To be accounted Cynthia's bathing placeC
And from her father Neptune's brackish courtD
Fair Thetis thither often would resortD
Attended by the fishes of the seaE
Which in those sweeter waters came to pleaE
There would the daughter of the Sea God diveF
And thither came the Land Nymphs every eveG
To wait upon her bringing for her browsH
Rich garlands of sweet flowers and beechy boughsH
For pleasant was that pool and near it thenI
Was neither rotten marsh nor boggy fenI
It was nor overgrown with boisterous sedgeJ
Nor grew there rudely then along the edgeJ
A bending willow nor a prickly bushK
Nor broad leaved flag nor reed nor knotty rushL
But here well ordered was a grove with bowersM
There grassy plots set round about with flowersM
Here you might through the water see the landN
Appear strowed o'er with white or yellow sandN
Yon deeper was it and the wind by whiffsM
Would make it rise and wash the little cliffsM
On which oft pluming sat unfrighted thanO
The gaggling wild goose and the snow white swanP
With all those flocks of fowls which to this dayQ
Upon those quiet waters breed and playQ
For though those excellences wanting beE
Which once it had it is the same that weE
By transposition name the Ford of ArleQ
And out of which along a chalky marleQ
That river trills whose waters wash the fortD
In which brave Arthur kept his royal courtD
North east not far from this great pool there liesM
A tract of beechy mountains that ariseM
With leisurely ascending to such heightR
As from their tops the warlike Isle of WightR
You in the ocean's bosom may espyE
Though near two furlongs thence it lieQ
The pleasant way as up those hills you climbS
Is strew d o'er with marjoram and thymeS
Which grows unset The hedgerows do not wantT
The cowslip violet primrose nor a plantU
That freshly scents as birch both green and tallQ
Low sallows on whose blooming bees do fallQ
Fair woodbines which about the hedges twineV
Smooth privet and the sharp sweet eglantineV
With many moe whose leaves and blossoms fairW
The earth adorn and oft perfume the airW
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When you unto the highest do attainX
An intermixture both of wood and plainX
You shall behold which though aloft it lieQ
Hath downs for sheep and fields for husbandryE
So much at least as little needeth moreY
If not enough to merchandise their storeY
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In every row hath nature planted thereW
Some banquet for the hungry passengerZ
For here the hazel nut and filbert growsM
There bullice and a little farther sloesM
On this hand standeth a fair weilding treeE
On that large thickets of blackberries beE
The shrubby fields are raspice orchards thereW
The new felled woods like strawberry gardens areA2
And had the King of Rivers blessed those hillsM
With some small number of such pretty rillsM
As flow elsewhere Arcadia had not seenB2
A sweeter plot of earth than this had beenC2

George Wither



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