A Dedication - To K.s.g. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAABBCCDDAAAAEEAA AAFFGGAAHHIIJJAAKKLL MMAANNAAAA| Fair Saxon in my lover's creed | A |
| My love were smaller than your meed | A |
| And you might justly deem it slight | A |
| As wanting truth as well as sight | A |
| If in that image which is shrined | A |
| Where thoughts are sacred you could find | A |
| A single charm or more or less | B |
| Than you to all kind eyes possess | B |
| To me even in the happiest dreams | C |
| Where flushed with love's just dawning gleams | C |
| My hopes their radiant wings unfurl | D |
| You're but a simple English girl | D |
| No fairer grace for grace arrayed | A |
| Than many a simple Southern maid | A |
| With faults enough to make the good | A |
| Seem sweeter far than else it would | A |
| Frank in your anger and your glee | E |
| And true as English natures be | E |
| Yet not without some maiden art | A |
| Which hides a loving English heart | A |
| Still there are moments brief and bright | A |
| When fancy by a poet's light | A |
| Beholds you clothed with loftier charms | F |
| Than love e'er gave to mortal arms | F |
| A spell is woven on the air | G |
| From your brown eyes and golden hair | G |
| And all at once you seem to stand | A |
| Before me as your native land | A |
| With all her greatness in your guise | H |
| And all her glory in your eyes | H |
| And sometimes as if angels sung | I |
| I hear her poets on your tongue | I |
| And therefore I who from a boy | J |
| Have felt an almost English joy | J |
| In England's undecaying might | A |
| And England's love of truth and right | A |
| Next to my own young country's fame | K |
| Holding her honor and her name | K |
| I who though born where not a vale | L |
| Hath ever nursed a nightingale | L |
| Have fed my muse with English song | M |
| Until her feeble wing grew strong | M |
| Feel while with all the reverence meet | A |
| I lay this volume at your feet | A |
| As if through your dear self I pay | N |
| For many a deep and deathless lay | N |
| For noble lessons nobly taught | A |
| For tears for laughter and for thought | A |
| A portion of the mighty debt | A |
| We owe to Shakespeare's England yet | A |
Henry Timrod
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