Songs Of Seven Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BABA BABA CDCE AFAF DGDG BHBH IJIJ K LMLM CNCN HAHA BHBH BDBD BOBO BPBP IHIH Q BOBORSO BHBHDDH BTBTUUT BV BVWWV H XHLHLH LADADA LELELE LHBHBH H AYAY THTH LZLZ LLLL ZHZH LYLY ZHZH HHHH A2 ZLZLZLZL HHHHHHHH HLHLHLHL HLHLZLZL B2 HDHDDD HDHB2B2HD HHHHZLZLL Q HDHC2C2D Q HD2HE2ZDZD Q AQAQJHJH Q QHQHHHHHHQHQQSEVEN TIMES ONE EXULTATION | A |
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There's no dew left on the daisies and clover | B |
There's no rain left in heaven | A |
I've said my seven times over and over | B |
Seven times one are seven | A |
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I am old so old I can write a letter | B |
My birthday lessons are done | A |
The lambs play always they know no better | B |
They are only one times one | A |
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O moon in the night I have seen you sailing | C |
And shining so round and low | D |
You were bright ah bright but your light is failing | C |
You are nothing now but a bow | E |
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You moon have you done something wrong in heaven | A |
That God has hidden your face | F |
I hope if you have you will soon be forgiven | A |
And shine again in your place | F |
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O velvet bee you're a dusty fellow | D |
You've powdered your legs with gold | G |
O brave marsh marybuds rich and yellow | D |
Give me your money to hold | G |
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O columbine open your folded wrapper | B |
Where two twin turtle doves dwell | H |
O cuckoo pint toll me the purple clapper | B |
That hangs in your clear green bell | H |
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And show me your nest with the young ones in it | I |
I will not steal them away | J |
I am old you may trust me linnet linnet | I |
I am seven times one to day | J |
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SEVEN TIMES TWO ROMANCE | K |
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You bells in the steeple ring ring out your changes | L |
How many soever they be | M |
And let the brown meadow lark's note as he ranges | L |
Come over come over to me | M |
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Yet bird's clearest carol by fall or by swelling | C |
No magical sense conveys | N |
And bells have forgotten their old art of telling | C |
The fortune of future days | N |
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Turn again turn again once they rang cheerily | H |
While a boy listened alone | A |
Made his heart yearn again musing so wearily | H |
All by himself on a stone | A |
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Poor bells I forgive you your good days are over | B |
And mine they are yet to be | H |
No listening no longing shall aught aught discover | B |
You leave the story to me | H |
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The foxglove shoots out of the green matted heather | B |
And hangeth her hoods of snow | D |
She was idle and slept till the sunshiny weather | B |
O children take long to grow | D |
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I wish and I wish that the spring would go faster | B |
Nor long summer bide so late | O |
And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster | B |
For some things are ill to wait | O |
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I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover | B |
While dear hands are laid on my head | P |
The child is a woman the book may close over | B |
For all the lessons are said | P |
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I wait for my story the birds cannot sing it | I |
Not one as he sits on the tree | H |
The bells cannot ring it but long years O bring it | I |
Such as I wish it to be | H |
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SEVEN TIMES THREE LOVE | Q |
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I leaned out of window I smelt the white clover | B |
Dark dark was the garden I saw not the gate | O |
Now if there be footsteps he comes my one lover | B |
Hush nightingale hush O sweet nightingale wait | O |
Till I listen and hear | R |
If a step draweth near | S |
For my love he is late | O |
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The skies in the darkness stoop nearer and nearer | B |
A cluster of stars hangs like fruit in the tree | H |
The fall of the water comes sweeter comes clearer | B |
To what art thou listening and what dost thou see | H |
Let the star clusters glow | D |
Let the sweet waters flow | D |
And cross quickly to me | H |
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You night moths that hover where honey brims over | B |
From sycamore blossoms or settle or sleep | T |
You glowworms shine out and the pathway discover | B |
To him that comes darkling along the rough steep | T |
Ah my sailor make haste | U |
For the time runs to waste | U |
And my love lieth deep | T |
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Too deep for swift telling and yet my one lover | B |
I've conned thee an answer it waits thee to night | V |
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By the sycamore passed he and through the white clover | B |
Then all the sweet speech I had fashioned took flight | V |
But I'll love him more more | W |
Than e'er wife loved before | W |
Be the days dark or bright | V |
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SEVEN TIMES FOUR MATERNITY | H |
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Heigh ho daisies and buttercups | X |
Fair yellow daffodils stately and tall | H |
When the wind wakes how they rock in the grasses | L |
And dance with the cuckoo buds slender and small | H |
Here's two bonny boys and here's mother's own lasses | L |
Eager to gather them all | H |
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Heigh ho daisies and buttercups | L |
Mother shall thread them a daisy chain | A |
Sing them a song of the pretty hedge sparrow | D |
That loved her brown little ones loved them full fain | A |
Sing Heart thou art wide though the house be but narrow | D |
Sing once and sing it again | A |
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Heigh ho daisies and buttercups | L |
Sweet wagging cowslips they bend and they bow | E |
A ship sails afar over warm ocean waters | L |
And haply one musing doth stand at her prow | E |
O bonny brown sons and O sweet little daughters | L |
Maybe he thinks on you now | E |
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Heigh ho daisies and buttercups | L |
Fair yellow daffodils stately and tall | H |
A sunshiny world full of laughter and leisure | B |
And fresh hearts unconscious of sorrow and thrall | H |
Send down on their pleasure smiles passing its measure | B |
God that is over us all | H |
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SEVEN TIMES FIVE WIDOWHOOD | H |
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I sleep and rest my heart makes moan | A |
Before I am well awake | Y |
Let me bleed O let me alone | A |
Since I must not break | Y |
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For children wake though fathers sleep | T |
With a stone at foot and at head | H |
O sleepless God forever keep | T |
Keep both living and dead | H |
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I lift mine eyes and what to see | L |
But a world happy and fair | Z |
I have not wished it to mourn with me | L |
Comfort is not there | Z |
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O what anear but golden brooms | L |
And a waste of reedy rills | L |
O what afar but the fine glooms | L |
On the rare blue hills | L |
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I shall not die but live forlore | Z |
How bitter it is to part | H |
O to meet thee my love once more | Z |
O my heart my heart | H |
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No more to hear no more to see | L |
O that an echo might wake | Y |
And waft one note of thy psalm to me | L |
Ere my heart strings break | Y |
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I should know it how faint soe'er | Z |
And with angel voices blent | H |
O once to feel thy spirit anear | Z |
I could be content | H |
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Or once between the gates of gold | H |
While an angel entering trod | H |
But once thee sitting to behold | H |
On the hills of God | H |
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SEVEN TIMES SIX GIVING IN MARRIAGE | A2 |
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To bear to nurse to rear | Z |
To watch and then to lose | L |
To see my bright ones disappear | Z |
Drawn up like morning dews | L |
To bear to nurse to rear | Z |
To watch and then to lose | L |
This have I done when God drew near | Z |
Among his own to choose | L |
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To hear to heed to wed | H |
And with thy lord depart | H |
In tears that he as soon as shed | H |
Will let no longer smart | H |
To hear to heed to wed | H |
This while thou didst I smiled | H |
For now it was not God who said | H |
Mother give ME thy child | H |
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O fond O fool and blind | H |
To God I gave with tears | L |
But when a man like grace would find | H |
My soul put by her fears | L |
O fond O fool and blind | H |
God guards in happier spheres | L |
That man will guard where he did bind | H |
Is hope for unknown years | L |
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To hear to heed to wed | H |
Fair lot that maidens choose | L |
Thy mother's tenderest words are said | H |
Thy face no more she views | L |
Thy mother's lot my dear | Z |
She doth in nought accuse | L |
Her lot to bear to nurse to rear | Z |
To love and then to lose | L |
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SEVEN TIMES SEVEN LONGING FOR HOME | B2 |
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A song of a boat | H |
There was once a boat on a billow | D |
Lightly she rocked to her port remote | H |
And the foam was white in her wake like snow | D |
And her frail mast bowed when the breeze would blow | D |
And bent like a wand of willow | D |
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I shaded mine eyes one day when a boat | H |
Went curtseying over the billow | D |
I marked her course till a dancing mote | H |
She faded out on the moonlit foam | B2 |
And I stayed behind in the dear loved home | B2 |
And my thoughts all day were about the boat | H |
And my dreams upon the pillow | D |
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III | - |
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I pray you hear my song of a boat | H |
For it is but short | H |
My boat you shall find none fairer afloat | H |
In river or port | H |
Long I looked out for the lad she bore | Z |
On the open desolate sea | L |
And I think he sailed to the heavenly shore | Z |
For he came not back to me | L |
Ah me | L |
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IV | Q |
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A song of a nest | H |
There was once a nest in a hollow | D |
Down in the mosses and knot grass pressed | H |
Soft and warm and full to the brim | C2 |
Vetches leaned over it purple and dim | C2 |
With buttercup buds to follow | D |
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V | Q |
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I pray you hear my song of a nest | H |
For it is not long | D2 |
You shall never light in a summer quest | H |
The bushes among | E2 |
Shall never light on a prouder sitter | Z |
A fairer nestful nor ever know | D |
A softer sound than their tender twitter | Z |
That wind like did come and go | D |
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VI | Q |
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I had a nestful once of my own | A |
Ah happy happy I | Q |
Right dearly I loved them but when they were grown | A |
They spread out their wings to fly | Q |
O one after one they flew away | J |
Far up to the heavenly blue | H |
To the better country the upper day | J |
And I wish I was going too | H |
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VII | Q |
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I pray you what is the nest to me | Q |
My empty nest | H |
And what is the shore where I stood to see | Q |
My boat sail down to the west | H |
Can I call that home where I anchor yet | H |
Though my good man has sailed | H |
Can I call that home where my nest was set | H |
Now all its hope hath failed | H |
Nay but the port where my sailor went | H |
And the land where my nestlings be | Q |
There is the home where my thoughts are sent | H |
The only home for me | Q |
Ah me | Q |
Jean Ingelow
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