The Lost Heart. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAB CCD EEF GGH IEJ KKL MMN OOP IIC QQR SST UUU VVH IEA WXY ZZA2 UUB2 C2C2C QQO OOO D2D2U

One golden summer dayA
Along the forest wayA
Young Colin passed with blithesome steps alertB
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His locks with careless graceC
Rimmed round his handsome faceC
And drifted outward on the airy surgeD
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So blithe of heart was heE
He hummed a melodyE
And all the birds were hushed to hear him singF
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Across his shoulders flungG
His bow and baldric hungG
So in true huntsman's guise he threads the woodH
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The sun mounts up the skyI
The air moves sluggishlyE
And reeks with summer heat in every poreJ
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His limbs begin to tireK
Slumbers his youthful fireK
He sinks upon a violet bed to restL
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The soft winds go and comeM
With low and drowsy humM
And ope for him the ivory gate of dreamsN
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Beneath the forest shadeO
There trips a woodland maidO
And marks with startled eye the sleeping youthP
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At first she thought to flyI
Then timid drawing nighI
She gazed in wonder on his fair young faceC
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When swiftly stooping downQ
Upon his locks so brownQ
She lightly pressed her lips and blushing fledR
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When Colin woke from sleepS
From slumbers calm and deepS
He felt he knew not how his heart had flownT
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And so with anxious careU
He wandered here and thereU
But could not find his lost heart anywhereU
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Then he with air distraughtV
And brow of anxious thoughtV
Went out into the world beyond the woodH
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Of each that passed him byI
He queried anxiouslyE
I prithee hast thou seen a heart astrayA
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Some stared and hurried onW
While others said in scornX
Your heart has gone in search of your lost witsY
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The day is wearing fastZ
Young Colin comes at lastZ
To where a cottage stood embowered in treesA2
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He looks within and thereU
He sees a maiden fairU
Who sings low songs the while she plies her wheelB2
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I prithee maiden brightC2
She turns as quick as lightC2
And straight a warm flush crimsons all her faceC
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She much abashed looks downQ
For on his locks so brownQ
She seems to see the marks her lips have madeO
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Whereby she stands confestO
What need to tell the restO
He said I think fair maid you have my heartO
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Nay do not give it backD2
I shall not feel the lackD2
If thou wilt give to me thine own thereforU

Horatio Alger, Jr.



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