On Pressing Some Flowers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKLK MNON

So they are dead Love when they passedA
From thee to me our fingers metB
O withered darlings of the MayC
I feel those fairy fingers yetB
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And for the bliss ye brought me thenD
Your faded forms are precious thingsE
No flowers so fair no buds so sweetF
Shall bloom through all my future springsE
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And so pale ones with hands as softG
As if I closed a baby's eyesH
I'll lay you in some favorite bookI
Made sacred by a poet's sighsH
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Your lips shall press the sweetest songJ
The sweetest saddest song I knowK
As ye had perished in your prideL
Of some lone bard's melodious woeK
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Oh Love hath love no holier shrineM
Oh heart could love but lend the powerN
I'd lay thy crimson pages bareO
And every leaf should fold its flowerN

Henry Timrod



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