A Second Childhood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABACA DEFEGE HIEIJI KFLFMF HNENON NPQPRP HSNSTS UVWVNV NXYXBX| When all my days are ending | A |
| And I have no song to sing | A |
| I think I shall not be too old | B |
| To stare at everything | A |
| As I stared once at a nursery door | C |
| Or a tall tree and a swing | A |
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| Wherein God's ponderous mercy hangs | D |
| On all my sins and me | E |
| Because He does not take away | F |
| The terror from the tree | E |
| And stones still shine along the road | G |
| That are and cannot be | E |
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| Men grow too old for love my love | H |
| Men grow too old for wine | I |
| But I shall not grow too old to see | E |
| Unearthly daylight shine | I |
| Changing my chamber's dust to snow | J |
| Till I doubt if it be mine | I |
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| Behold the crowning mercies melt | K |
| The first surprises stay | F |
| And in my dross is dropped a gift | L |
| For which I dare not pray | F |
| That a man grow used to grief and joy | M |
| But not to night and day | F |
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| Men grow too old for love my love | H |
| Men grow too old for lies | N |
| But I shall not grow too old to see | E |
| Enormous night arise | N |
| A cloud that is larger than the world | O |
| And a monster made of eyes | N |
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| Nor am I worthy to unloose | N |
| The latchet of my shoe | P |
| Or shake the dust from off my feet | Q |
| Or the staff that bears me through | P |
| On ground that is too good to last | R |
| Too solid to be true | P |
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| Men grow too old to woo my love | H |
| Men grow too old to wed | S |
| But I shall not grow too old to see | N |
| Hung crazily overhead | S |
| Incredible rafters when I wake | T |
| And find I am not dead | S |
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| A thrill of thunder in my hair | U |
| Though blackening clouds be plain | V |
| Still I am stung and startled | W |
| By the first drop of the rain | V |
| Romance and pride and passion pass | N |
| And these are what remain | V |
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| Strange crawling carpets of the grass | N |
| Wide windows of the sky | X |
| So in this perilous grace of God | Y |
| With all my sins go I | X |
| And things grow new though I grow old | B |
| Though I grow old and die | X |
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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