Lines To R. L. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNDOPQRP PSTUVPWPPPXPP

That which we are and shall be is made upA
Of what we have been On the autumn leafB
The crimson stains bear witness of its springC
And on its perfect nodes the ocean shellD
Notches the slow strange changes of its growthE
Ourselves are our own records if we lookedF
Rightly into that blotted crimson pageG
Within our bosoms then there were no needH
To chronicle our stories for the heartI
Hath like the earth its strata and containsJ
Its past within its present Well for usK
And our most cherished secrets that withinL
The round of being few there are who readM
Beneath the surface Else our very formsN
The merest gesture of our hands might tellD
Much we would hide forever Know you notO
Those eyes in whose dark heaven I have gazedP
More curiously than on my favorite starsQ
Are deeper for such griefs as they have seenR
And brighter for the fancies they have shrinedP
And sweeter for the loves which they have talkedP
Oh that I had the power to read their smilesS
Or sound the depth of all their glorious gloomT
So should I learn your history from its birthU
Through all its glad and grave experiencesV
Better than if your journal in my handP
Written as only women write with allW
A woman's shades and shapes of feeling tracedP
As with the fine touch of a needle's pointP
I followed you from that bright hour when firstP
I saw you in the garden 'mid the flowersX
To that wherein a letter from your handP
Made me all rich with the dear name of friendP

Henry Timrod



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