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 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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