Regeneration Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDEFEG HIHIJKJK LMNODPDP JQJQIRIR SSSSESHS STSUVWXY SZSA2SB2SC2 SSSSSSSS SSSSSSSS SJSJSD2SD2E2E2

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Award and still in bonds one dayB
I stole abroadC
It was high spring and all the wayB
Primros'd and hung with shadeD
Yet was it frost withinE
And surly windsF
Blasted my infant buds and sinE
Like clouds eclips'd my mindG
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Storm'd thus I straight perceiv'd my springH
Mere stage and showI
My walk a monstrous mountain's thingH
Rough cast with rocks and snowI
And as a pilgrim's eyeJ
Far from reliefK
Measures the melancholy skyJ
Then drops and rains for griefK
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So sigh'd I upwards still at lastL
'Twixt steps and fallsM
I reach'd the pinnacle where plac'dN
I found a pair of scalesO
I took them up and laidD
In th'one late painsP
The other smoke and pleasures weigh'dD
But prov'd the heavier grainsP
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With that some cried Away straight IJ
Obey'd and ledQ
Full east a fair fresh field could spyJ
Some call'd it Jacob's BedQ
A virgin soil which noI
Rude feet ere trodR
Where since he slept there only goI
Prophets and friends of GodR
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Here I repos'd but scarce well setS
A grove descriedS
Of stately height whose branches metS
And mixed on every sideS
I entered and once inE
Amaz'd to see'tS
Found all was chang'd and a new springH
Did all my senses greetS
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The unthrift sun shot vital goldS
A thousand piecesT
And heaven its azure did unfoldS
Checker'd with snowy fleecesU
The air was all in spiceV
And every bushW
A garland wore thus fed my eyesX
But all the ear lay hushY
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Only a little fountain lentS
Some use for earsZ
And on the dumb shades language spentS
The music of her tearsA2
I drew her near and foundS
The cistern fullB2
Of diverse stones some bright and roundS
Others ill'shap'd and dullC2
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The first pray mark as quick as lightS
Danc'd through the floodS
But th'last more heavy than the nightS
Nail'd to the center stoodS
I wonder'd much but tir'dS
At last with thoughtS
My restless eye that still desir'dS
As strange an object broughtS
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It was a bank of flowers where I descriedS
Though 'twas mid'dayS
Some fast asleep others broad eyedS
And taking in the rayS
Here musing long I heardS
A rushing windS
Which still increas'd but whence it stirr'dS
No where I could not findS
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I turn'd me round and to each shadeS
Dispatch'd an eyeJ
To see if any leaf had madeS
Least motion or replyJ
But while I listening soughtS
My mind to easeD2
By knowing where 'twas or where notS
It whispered Where I pleaseD2
Lord then said I On me one breathE2
And let me die before my deathE2

Henry Vaughan



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