The Muse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLFFMMFFFFGGNNOOGGFF PPJJQQJJFFFFJJQRShe doth tell me where to borrow | A |
Comfort in the midst of sorrow | A |
Makes the desolatest place | B |
To her presence be a grace | B |
And the blackest discontents | C |
Be her fairest ornaments | D |
In my former days of bliss | E |
Her divine skill taught me this | E |
That from everything I saw | F |
I could some invention draw | F |
And raise pleasure to her height | G |
Through the meanest object's sight | G |
By the murmur of a spring | H |
Or the least bough's rustleing | H |
By a daisy whose leaves spread | I |
Shut when Titan goes to bed | I |
Or a shady bush or tree | J |
She could more infuse in me | J |
Than all Nature's beauties can | K |
In some other wiser man | K |
By her help I also now | L |
Make this churlish place allow | L |
Some things that may sweeten gladness | F |
In the very gall of sadness | F |
The dull loneness the black shade | M |
That these hanging vaults have made | M |
The strange music of the waves | F |
Beating on these hollow caves | F |
This black den which rocks emboss | F |
Overgrown with eldest moss | F |
The rude portals that give light | G |
More to terror than delight | G |
This my chamber of neglect | N |
Walled about with disrespect | N |
From all these and this dull air | O |
A fit object for despair | O |
She hath taught me by her might | G |
To draw comfort and delight | G |
Therefore thou best earthly bliss | F |
I will cherish thee for this | F |
Poesy thou sweet'st content | P |
That e'er heaven to mortals lent | P |
Though they as a trifle leave thee | J |
Whose dull thoughts cannot conceive thee | J |
Though thou be to them a scorn | Q |
That to nought but earth are born | Q |
Let my life no longer be | J |
Than I am in love with thee | J |
Though our wise ones call thee madness | F |
Let me never taste of gladness | F |
If I love not thy madd'st fits | F |
Above all their greatest wits | F |
And though some too seeming holy | J |
Do account thy raptures folly | J |
Thou dost teach me to contemn | Q |
What makes knaves and fools of them | R |
George Wither
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