To A Friend In Distress, Who, When The Author Reasoned With Him Calmly, Asked, “if He Did Not Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFAAGGHHII JJKKLLMMNNOOPQRSHHTT U I I| Do I not feel The doubt is keen as steel | A |
| Yea I do feel most exquisitely feel | A |
| My heart can weep when from my downcast eye | B |
| I chase the tear and stem the rising sigh | B |
| Deep buried there I close the rankling dart | C |
| And smile the most when heaviest is my heart | C |
| On this I act whatever pangs surround | D |
| 'Tis magnanimity to hide the wound | D |
| When all was new and life was in its spring | E |
| I lived an unloved solitary thing | E |
| Even then I learn'd to bury deep from day | F |
| The piercing cares that wore my youth away | F |
| Even then I learn'd for others' cares to feel | A |
| Even then I wept I had not power to heal | A |
| Even then deep sounding through the nightly gloom | G |
| I heard the wretched's groan and mourn'd the wretched's doom | G |
| Who were my friends in youth The midnight fire | H |
| The silent moonbeam or the starry choir | H |
| To these I 'plain'd or turn'd from outer sight | I |
| To bless my lonely taper's friendly light | I |
| I never yet could ask howe'er forlorn | J |
| For vulgar pity mix'd with vulgar scorn | J |
| The sacred source of woe I never ope | K |
| My breast's my coffer and my God's my hope | K |
| But that I do feel Time my friend will show | L |
| Though the cold crowd the secret never know | L |
| With them I laugh yet when no eye can see | M |
| I weep for nature and I weep for thee | M |
| Yes thou didst wrong me I fondly thought | N |
| In thee I'd found the friend my heart had sought | N |
| I fondly thought that thou couldst pierce the guise | O |
| And read the truth that in my bosom lies | O |
| I fondly thought ere Time's last days were gone | P |
| Thy heart and mine had mingled into one | Q |
| Yes and they yet will mingle Days and years | R |
| Will fly and leave us partners in our tears | S |
| We then shall feel that friendship has a power | H |
| To soothe affliction in her darkest hour | H |
| Time's trial o'er shall clasp each other's hand | T |
| And wait the passport to a better land | T |
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| Thine | U |
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| H K WHITE | I |
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| Half past Eleven o'clock at Night | I |
Henry Kirk White
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