Baby's Dreams (second Version) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDCDEFEG HIJJKLMKN OOKKEEEPEEEPKQEQRSRS TUKEEVVKOOVVVWHAT doth the Moon so lily white | A |
Busily weave this summer night | A |
'Silver ropes and diamond strands | B |
For Baby's pink and dimpled hands | B |
Cords for her rosy palms to hold | C |
While she floats she flies | D |
To Dreamland set with its shores of gold | C |
With its buds like stars shaken out of the skies | D |
Where the trees have tongues and the flowers have lips | E |
To coax to kiss | F |
The velvet cheek of the Babe who slips | E |
Thro' the Dream gate up to a land like this ' | G |
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What is the mild Sea whispering clear | H |
In the rosy shell of Baby's ear | I |
See she laughs in her dimpled sleep | J |
What does she hear from the shining deep | J |
'Thy father comes a sailing a sailing a sailing | K |
Safely comes a sailing from islands fair and far | L |
O Baby bid thy mother cease her tears and bitter | M |
wailing | K |
The sailor's wife's his only port his babe his beacon | N |
star ' | - |
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Softly the Wind doth blow | O |
What say its murmurs low | O |
What doth it bring | K |
On the wide soft plume of its dewy wing | K |
'Only scented blisses | E |
Of innocent sweet kisses | E |
For such a cheek as this is | E |
Of Baby in her nest | P |
From all the dreaming flowers | E |
A nodding in their bowers | E |
Or bright on leafy towers | E |
Where the fairy monarchs rest | P |
But chiefly I bring | K |
On my fresh sweet mouth | Q |
Her father's kiss | E |
As he sails from the south | Q |
He hitherward blew it at break of day | R |
I lay it Babe on thy tender lip | S |
I'll steal another and hie away | R |
And kiss it to him on his wave rocked ship | S |
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'I saw a fairy twine | T |
Of star white jessamine | U |
A dainty seat shaped like an airy swing | K |
With two round yellow stars | E |
Against the misty bars | E |
Of night she nailed it high | V |
In the pansy purple sky | V |
With four taps of her little rainbow wing | K |
To and fro | O |
That swing I'll blow | O |
'The baby moon in the amethyst sky | V |
Will laugh at us as we float and fly | V |
And stretch her silver arms and try | V |
To catch the earth babe swinging by ' | - |
Isabella Valancy Crawford
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