The Curl Of Gold Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGBBGGHH IIJJBBKKJJLLMMNNOOEE PP| How wildly blows the wintry wind deep lies the drifting snow | A |
| On the hillside and the roadside and the valleys down below | A |
| And up the gorge all through last night the rushing storm flew fast | B |
| And there old walls and casements were rattling in the blast | B |
| Lady I had a dream last night born of the storm and pain | C |
| I dreamed it was the time of spring but the clouds were black with rain | C |
| I thought that I was on the bay a good way out from shore | D |
| Alone and feeling much afraid at the wild tempest's roar | D |
| I tried to reach the distant land but could not find the way | E |
| And suddenly my boat capsized far out upon the bay | E |
| I shrieked in wildest agony amid the thunder shock | F |
| When I heard you saying unto me Beneath us is a Rock | F |
| Trust not to me these waves are strong but lift your tear dimmed eye | G |
| That star will lead us to the rock that higher is than I | G |
| And through the drenching wave and surf together on we passed | B |
| Till the bright green slopes of Hamilton shone clearly out at last | B |
| It seemed so strange we stepped ashore your garments were all dry | G |
| And holding hands as we do now I heard you say good bye | G |
| Dear lady now I see it all those blessed words you said | H |
| Were with me in the storm last night like angels round my bed | H |
| So many and great dangers that we cannot stand upright | I |
| Defend us by thy mercy from all perils of this night | I |
| Lady I am a mother none know it here save you | J |
| Don't blush for me there is no shame I am a wife leal and true | J |
| Lady true love is born of heaven we may deem it dead and past | B |
| And sit with bowed down head alone the heart's door closed and fast | B |
| When suddenly we hear a voice and spite of bolt or bar | K |
| Like its dear Master there it stands stretching its arms afar | K |
| Though buried up it rises though dead it lives anew | J |
| And breathes again its Master's words Sweet peace be unto you | J |
| Folks say There is a mystery about that poor sick girl | L |
| Lady there's mystery round us all that angels will unfurl | L |
| I have one favor now to ask within this paper's fold | M |
| There's a little lock of baby's hair just half one curl of gold | M |
| When I am in my coffin and soon now I'll be at rest | N |
| Will you lay this little curl of gold upon my quiet breast | N |
| God and the angels only know where the other half lies hid | O |
| In the green sod of old Ireland neath a baby's coffin lid | O |
| Don't'leave me yet it is near night I feel so strange to day | E |
| You know the prayers for dying ones oh kneel once more and pray | E |
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| Thank God for sending one to me where the wild tempests roll | P |
| You won't forget the little curl Saviour receive my soul | P |
Harriet Annie Wilkins
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