Exequy On His Wife Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBBBCCDDEEFFGGBBHH IIHJKBLLMMNNOOCCPILL NNIIBBQQRRSSTUDDBPVW XXYYZZYYLLA2A2EEYYBB YYBYB2B2LLBBNNC2D2YY| Accept thou shrine of my dead saint | A |
| Instead of dirges this complaint | A |
| And for sweet flowers to crown thy herse | B |
| Receive a strew of weeping verse | B |
| From thy grieved friend whom thou might'st see | B |
| Quite melted into tears for thee | B |
| Dear loss since thy untimely fate | C |
| My task hath been to meditate | C |
| On thee on thee Thou art the book | D |
| The library whereon I look | D |
| Tho' almost blind For thee loved clay | E |
| I languish out not live the day | E |
| Thou hast benighted me thy set | F |
| This eve of blackness did beget | F |
| Who wast my day tho' overcast | G |
| Before thou hadst thy noontide past | G |
| And I remember must in tears | B |
| Thou scarce hadst seen so many years | B |
| As day tells hours By thy clear sun | H |
| My love and fortune first did run | H |
| But thou wilt never more appear | I |
| Folded within my hemisphere | I |
| Since both thy light and motion | H |
| Like a fled star is fall'n and gone | J |
| And 'twixt me and my soul's dear wish | K |
| The earth now interpos egrave d is | B |
| I could allow thee for a time | L |
| To darken me and my sad clime | L |
| Were it a month a year or ten | M |
| I would thy exile live till then | M |
| And all that space my mirth adjourn | N |
| So thou wouldst promise to return | N |
| And putting off thy ashy shroud | O |
| At length disperse this sorrow's cloud | O |
| But woe is me the longest date | C |
| Too narrow is to calculate | C |
| These empty hopes never shall I | P |
| Be so much blest as to descry | I |
| A glimpse of thee till that day come | L |
| Which shall the earth to cinders doom | L |
| And a fierce fever must calcine | N |
| The body of this world like thine | N |
| My little world That fit of fire | I |
| Once off our bodies shall aspire | I |
| To our souls' bliss then we shall rise | B |
| And view ourselves with clearer eyes | B |
| In that calm region where no night | Q |
| Can hide us from each other's sight | Q |
| Meantime thou hast her earth much good | R |
| May my harm do thee Since it stood | R |
| With Heaven's will I might not call | S |
| Her longer mine I give thee all | S |
| My short lived right and interest | T |
| In her whom living I loved best | U |
| Be kind to her and prithee look | D |
| Thou write into thy Doomsday book | D |
| Each parcel of this rarity | B |
| Which in thy casket shrined doth lie | P |
| As thou wilt answer Him that lent | V |
| Not gave thee my dear monument | W |
| So close the ground and 'bout her shade | X |
| Black curtains draw my bride is laid | X |
| Sleep on my Love in thy cold bed | Y |
| Never to be disquieted | Y |
| My last good night Thou wilt not wake | Z |
| Till I thy fate shall overtake | Z |
| Till age or grief or sickness must | Y |
| Marry my body to that dust | Y |
| It so much loves and fill the room | L |
| My heart keeps empty in thy tomb | L |
| Stay for me there I will not fail | A2 |
| To meet thee in that hollow vale | A2 |
| And think not much of my delay | E |
| I am already on the way | E |
| And follow thee with all the speed | Y |
| Desire can make or sorrows breed | Y |
| Each minute is a short degree | B |
| And every hour a step towards thee | B |
| 'Tis true with shame and grief I yield | Y |
| Thou like the van first took'st the field | Y |
| And gotten hast the victory | B |
| In thus adventuring to die | Y |
| Before me whose more years might crave | B2 |
| A just precedence in the grave | B2 |
| But hark my pulse like a soft drum | L |
| Beats my approach tells thee I come | L |
| And slow howe'er my marches be | B |
| I shall at last sit down by thee | B |
| The thought of this bids me go on | N |
| And wait my dissolution | N |
| With hope and comfort Dear forgive | C2 |
| The crime I am content to live | D2 |
| Divided with but half a heart | Y |
| Till we shall meet and never part | Y |
Henry King
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