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 QHQHHHHHHQHQQ

SEVEN TIMES ONE EXULTATIONA
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There's no dew left on the daisies and cloverB
There's no rain left in heavenA
I've said my seven times over and overB
Seven times one are sevenA
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I am old so old I can write a letterB
My birthday lessons are doneA
The lambs play always they know no betterB
They are only one times oneA
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O moon in the night I have seen you sailingC
And shining so round and lowD
You were bright ah bright but your light is failingC
You are nothing now but a bowE
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You moon have you done something wrong in heavenA
That God has hidden your faceF
I hope if you have you will soon be forgivenA
And shine again in your placeF
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O velvet bee you're a dusty fellowD
You've powdered your legs with goldG
O brave marsh marybuds rich and yellowD
Give me your money to holdG
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O columbine open your folded wrapperB
Where two twin turtle doves dwellH
O cuckoo pint toll me the purple clapperB
That hangs in your clear green bellH
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And show me your nest with the young ones in itI
I will not steal them awayJ
I am old you may trust me linnet linnetI
I am seven times one to dayJ
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SEVEN TIMES TWO ROMANCEK
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You bells in the steeple ring ring out your changesL
How many soever they beM
And let the brown meadow lark's note as he rangesL
Come over come over to meM
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Yet bird's clearest carol by fall or by swellingC
No magical sense conveysN
And bells have forgotten their old art of tellingC
The fortune of future daysN
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Turn again turn again once they rang cheerilyH
While a boy listened aloneA
Made his heart yearn again musing so wearilyH
All by himself on a stoneA
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Poor bells I forgive you your good days are overB
And mine they are yet to beH
No listening no longing shall aught aught discoverB
You leave the story to meH
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The foxglove shoots out of the green matted heatherB
And hangeth her hoods of snowD
She was idle and slept till the sunshiny weatherB
O children take long to growD
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I wish and I wish that the spring would go fasterB
Nor long summer bide so lateO
And I could grow on like the foxglove and asterB
For some things are ill to waitO
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I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discoverB
While dear hands are laid on my headP
The child is a woman the book may close overB
For all the lessons are saidP
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I wait for my story the birds cannot sing itI
Not one as he sits on the treeH
The bells cannot ring it but long years O bring itI
Such as I wish it to beH
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SEVEN TIMES THREE LOVEQ
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I leaned out of window I smelt the white cloverB
Dark dark was the garden I saw not the gateO
Now if there be footsteps he comes my one loverB
Hush nightingale hush O sweet nightingale waitO
Till I listen and hearR
If a step draweth nearS
For my love he is lateO
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The skies in the darkness stoop nearer and nearerB
A cluster of stars hangs like fruit in the treeH
The fall of the water comes sweeter comes clearerB
To what art thou listening and what dost thou seeH
Let the star clusters glowD
Let the sweet waters flowD
And cross quickly to meH
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You night moths that hover where honey brims overB
From sycamore blossoms or settle or sleepT
You glowworms shine out and the pathway discoverB
To him that comes darkling along the rough steepT
Ah my sailor make hasteU
For the time runs to wasteU
And my love lieth deepT
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Too deep for swift telling and yet my one loverB
I've conned thee an answer it waits thee to nightV
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By the sycamore passed he and through the white cloverB
Then all the sweet speech I had fashioned took flightV
But I'll love him more moreW
Than e'er wife loved beforeW
Be the days dark or brightV
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SEVEN TIMES FOUR MATERNITYH
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Heigh ho daisies and buttercupsX
Fair yellow daffodils stately and tallH
When the wind wakes how they rock in the grassesL
And dance with the cuckoo buds slender and smallH
Here's two bonny boys and here's mother's own lassesL
Eager to gather them allH
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Heigh ho daisies and buttercupsL
Mother shall thread them a daisy chainA
Sing them a song of the pretty hedge sparrowD
That loved her brown little ones loved them full fainA
Sing Heart thou art wide though the house be but narrowD
Sing once and sing it againA
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Heigh ho daisies and buttercupsL
Sweet wagging cowslips they bend and they bowE
A ship sails afar over warm ocean watersL
And haply one musing doth stand at her prowE
O bonny brown sons and O sweet little daughtersL
Maybe he thinks on you nowE
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Heigh ho daisies and buttercupsL
Fair yellow daffodils stately and tallH
A sunshiny world full of laughter and leisureB
And fresh hearts unconscious of sorrow and thrallH
Send down on their pleasure smiles passing its measureB
God that is over us allH
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SEVEN TIMES FIVE WIDOWHOODH
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I sleep and rest my heart makes moanA
Before I am well awakeY
Let me bleed O let me aloneA
Since I must not breakY
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For children wake though fathers sleepT
With a stone at foot and at headH
O sleepless God forever keepT
Keep both living and deadH
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I lift mine eyes and what to seeL
But a world happy and fairZ
I have not wished it to mourn with meL
Comfort is not thereZ
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O what anear but golden broomsL
And a waste of reedy rillsL
O what afar but the fine gloomsL
On the rare blue hillsL
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I shall not die but live forloreZ
How bitter it is to partH
O to meet thee my love once moreZ
O my heart my heartH
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No more to hear no more to seeL
O that an echo might wakeY
And waft one note of thy psalm to meL
Ere my heart strings breakY
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I should know it how faint soe'erZ
And with angel voices blentH
O once to feel thy spirit anearZ
I could be contentH
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Or once between the gates of goldH
While an angel entering trodH
But once thee sitting to beholdH
On the hills of GodH
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SEVEN TIMES SIX GIVING IN MARRIAGEA2
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To bear to nurse to rearZ
To watch and then to loseL
To see my bright ones disappearZ
Drawn up like morning dewsL
To bear to nurse to rearZ
To watch and then to loseL
This have I done when God drew nearZ
Among his own to chooseL
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To hear to heed to wedH
And with thy lord departH
In tears that he as soon as shedH
Will let no longer smartH
To hear to heed to wedH
This while thou didst I smiledH
For now it was not God who saidH
Mother give ME thy childH
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O fond O fool and blindH
To God I gave with tearsL
But when a man like grace would findH
My soul put by her fearsL
O fond O fool and blindH
God guards in happier spheresL
That man will guard where he did bindH
Is hope for unknown yearsL
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To hear to heed to wedH
Fair lot that maidens chooseL
Thy mother's tenderest words are saidH
Thy face no more she viewsL
Thy mother's lot my dearZ
She doth in nought accuseL
Her lot to bear to nurse to rearZ
To love and then to loseL
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SEVEN TIMES SEVEN LONGING FOR HOMEB2
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A song of a boatH
There was once a boat on a billowD
Lightly she rocked to her port remoteH
And the foam was white in her wake like snowD
And her frail mast bowed when the breeze would blowD
And bent like a wand of willowD
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I shaded mine eyes one day when a boatH
Went curtseying over the billowD
I marked her course till a dancing moteH
She faded out on the moonlit foamB2
And I stayed behind in the dear loved homeB2
And my thoughts all day were about the boatH
And my dreams upon the pillowD
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I pray you hear my song of a boatH
For it is but shortH
My boat you shall find none fairer afloatH
In river or portH
Long I looked out for the lad she boreZ
On the open desolate seaL
And I think he sailed to the heavenly shoreZ
For he came not back to meL
Ah meL
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IVQ
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A song of a nestH
There was once a nest in a hollowD
Down in the mosses and knot grass pressedH
Soft and warm and full to the brimC2
Vetches leaned over it purple and dimC2
With buttercup buds to followD
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VQ
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I pray you hear my song of a nestH
For it is not longD2
You shall never light in a summer questH
The bushes amongE2
Shall never light on a prouder sitterZ
A fairer nestful nor ever knowD
A softer sound than their tender twitterZ
That wind like did come and goD
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VIQ
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I had a nestful once of my ownA
Ah happy happy IQ
Right dearly I loved them but when they were grownA
They spread out their wings to flyQ
O one after one they flew awayJ
Far up to the heavenly blueH
To the better country the upper dayJ
And I wish I was going tooH
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VIIQ
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I pray you what is the nest to meQ
My empty nestH
And what is the shore where I stood to seeQ
My boat sail down to the westH
Can I call that home where I anchor yetH
Though my good man has sailedH
Can I call that home where my nest was setH
Now all its hope hath failedH
Nay but the port where my sailor wentH
And the land where my nestlings beQ
There is the home where my thoughts are sentH
The only home for meQ
Ah meQ

Jean Ingelow



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