The Young Widow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDEFGHHIIJKLLM NMNO PQPQRRSTTSUUV W XXYYZZA2A2B2B2C2D2MM E2F2G2G2O| A | |
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| A husband's death brings always sighs | B |
| The widow sobs sheds tears then dries | B |
| Of Time the sadness borrows wings | C |
| And Time returning pleasure brings | C |
| Between the widow of a year | D |
| And of a day the difference | E |
| Is so immense | F |
| That very few who see her | G |
| Would think the laughing dame | H |
| And weeping one the same | H |
| The one puts on repulsive action | I |
| The other shows a strong attraction | I |
| The one gives up to sighs or true or false | J |
| The same sad note is heard whoever calls | K |
| Her grief is inconsolable | L |
| They say Not so our fable | L |
| Or rather not so says the truth | M |
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| To other worlds a husband went | N |
| And left his wife in prime of youth | M |
| Above his dying couch she bent | N |
| And cried 'My love O wait for me | O |
| My soul would gladly go with thee ' | - |
| But yet it did not go | P |
| The fair one's sire a prudent man | Q |
| Check'd not the current of her woe | P |
| At last he kindly thus began | Q |
| 'My child your grief should have its bound | R |
| What boots it him beneath the ground | R |
| That you should drown your charms | S |
| Live for the living not the dead | T |
| I don't propose that you be led | T |
| At once to Hymen's arms | S |
| But give me leave in proper time | U |
| To rearrange the broken chime | U |
| With one who is as good at least | V |
| In all respects as the deceased ' | - |
| 'Alas ' she sigh'd 'the cloister vows | W |
| Befit me better than a spouse ' | - |
| The father left the matter there | X |
| About one month thus mourn'd the fair | X |
| Another month her weeds arranged | Y |
| Each day some robe or lace she changed | Y |
| Till mourning dresses served to grace | Z |
| And took of ornament the place | Z |
| The frolic band of loves | A2 |
| Came flocking back like doves | A2 |
| Jokes laughter and the dance | B2 |
| The native growth of France | B2 |
| Had finally their turn | C2 |
| And thus by night and morn | D2 |
| She plunged to tell the truth | M |
| Deep in the fount of youth | M |
| Her sire no longer fear'd | E2 |
| The dead so much endear'd | F2 |
| But as he never spoke | G2 |
| Herself the silence broke | G2 |
| 'Where is that youthful spouse ' said she | O |
| 'Whom sir you lately promised me ' | - |
Jean De La Fontaine
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