Bouche-mignonne Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEGHIHI JKJKLBLBMNMNOGOOPIPI QOQORSRTUVUVBWBWLXLX QBQB YZYZA2VA2B2C2IC2IB2I B2IIBIBAOAOB2XB2XIII ILOLO

Bouche Mignonne liv'd in the millA
Past the vineyards shadyB
Where the sun shone on a rillA
Jewell'd like a ladyB
Proud the stream with lily budC
Gay with glancing swallowD
Swift its trillion footed floodC
Winding ways to followD
Coy and still when flying wheelE
Rested from its labourF
Singing when it ground the mealE
Gay as lute or taborG
Bouche Mignonne it called when redH
In the dawn were glowingI
Eaves and mill wheel leave thy bedH
Hark to me a flowingI
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Bouche Mignonne awoke and quickJ
Glossy tresses braidedK
Curious sunbeams cluster'd thickJ
Vines her casement shadedK
Deep with leaves and blossoms whiteL
Of the morning gloryB
Shaking all their banners brightL
From the mill eaves hoaryB
Swallows turn'd glossy throatsM
Timorous uncertainN
When to hear their matin notesM
Peep'd she thro' her curtainN
Shook the mill stream sweet and clearO
With its silver laughterG
Shook the mill from flooring sereO
Up to oaken ratterO
Bouche Mignonne it cried come downP
Other flowers are stirringI
Pierre with fingers strong and brownP
Sets the wheel a birringI
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Bouche Mignonne her distaff pliesQ
Where the willows shiverO
Round the mossy mill wheel fliesQ
Dragon flies a quiverO
Flash a thwart the lily bedsR
Pierce the dry reed's thicketS
Where the yellow sunlight treadsR
Chants the friendly cricketT
Butterflies about her skimU
Pouf their simple fanciesV
In the willow shadows dimU
Take her eyes for pansiesV
Buzzing comes a velvet beeB
Sagely it supposesW
Those red lips beneath the treeB
Are two crimson rosesW
Laughs the mill stream wise and brightL
It is not so simpleX
Knew it since she first saw lightL
Ev'ry blush and dimpleX
Bouche Mignonne it laughing criesQ
Pierre as the bee is sillyB
Thinks two morning stars thine eyesQ
And thy neck a lilyB
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Bouche Mignonne when shadows creptY
From the vine dark hollowsZ
When the mossy mill wheel sleptY
Curv'd the airy swallowsZ
When the lilies clos'd white lidsA2
Over golden fanciesV
Homeward drove her goats and kidsA2
Bright the gay moon dancesB2
With her light and silver feetC2
On the mill stream flowingI
Come a thousand perfumes sweetC2
Dewy buds are blowingI
Comes an owl and grely flitsB2
Jewell'd ey'd and hootingI
Past the green tree where she sitsB2
Nightingales are flutingI
Soft the wind as rust'ling silkI
On a courtly ladyB
Tinkles down the flowing milkI
Huge and still and shadyB
Stands the mill wheel resting stillA
From its loving laborO
Dances on the tireless rillA
Gay as lute or taborO
Bouche Mignonne it laughing criesB2
Do not blush and trembleX
If the night has ears and eyesB2
I'll for thee disembleX
Loud and clear and sweet I'll singI
Oh my far way strayingI
I will hide the whisper'd thingI
Pierre to thee is sayingI
Bouche Mignonne good night good nightL
Ev'ry silver hourO
I will toss my lilies whiteL
'Gainst thy maiden bowerO

Isabella Valancy Crawford



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