Lament Xv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEFGGHHIIJJKKLL MMNNOOPPJJQQRR

Golden locked Erato and thou sweet luteA
The comfort of the sad and destituteA
Calm thou my sorrow lest I too becomeB
A marble pillar shedding through the dumbB
But living stone my almost bloody tearsC
A monument of grief for coming yearsD
For when we think of mankind's evil chanceE
Does not our private grief gain temperanceF
Unhappy mother if 'tis evil hapG
We blame when caught in our own folly's trapG
Where are thy sons and daughters seven eachH
The joyful cause of thy too boastful speechH
I see their fourteen stones and thou alasI
Who from thy misery wouldst gladly passI
To death dost kiss the tombs O wretched oneJ
Where lies thy fruit so cruelly undoneJ
Thus blossoms fall where some keen sickle passesK
And so when rain doth level them green grassesK
What hope canst thou yet harbor in thee WhyL
Dost thou not drive thy sorrow hence and dieL
And thy swift arrows Phoebus what do theyM
And thine unerring bow Diana SlayM
Her ye avenging gods if not in rageN
Then out of pity for her desolate ageN
A punishment for pride before unknownO
Hath fallen Niobe is turned to stoneO
And borne in whirlwind arms o'er seas and landsP
On Sipylus in deathless marble standsP
Yet from her living wounds a crystal fountainJ
Of tears flows through the rock and down the mountainJ
Whence beast and bird may drink but she in chainsQ
Fixed in the path of all the winds remainsQ
This tomb holds naught this woman hath no tombR
To be both grave and body is her doomR

Jan Kochanowski



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