Ballad. When The Dark Ivy The Thorn-tree Is Mounting Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE AFAFGHGH IIIIJKLK DIDIMGMG| When the dark ivy the thorn tree is mounting | A |
| Sweet shielding in summer the nest of the dove | B |
| There lies the sweet spot by the side of the fountain | C |
| That's dear to all sweetness that dwells upon love | B |
| For there setting sunbeams ere even's clouds close 'em | D |
| Once stretch'd a long shadow of one I adore | E |
| And there did I meet the sweet sighs of the bosom | D |
| Of one ever dear though I meet her no more | E |
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| And who with a soul and a share of warm feeling | A |
| And who with a heart that owns love for the fair | F |
| Can pass by the spot where his first look was stealing | A |
| Or first fondness ventur'd love tales to declare | F |
| Ah who can pass by it and notice it never | G |
| Can long days forget on first fondness to call | H |
| Sure time kindles love to burn brighter than ever | G |
| And nature's first choice must be sweetest of all | H |
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| I prove it sweet Mary I prove it too truly | I |
| That fountain once sweeten'd with presence of thee | I |
| As oft as I pass it at eve and as duly | I |
| As May brings the time round I think upon thee | I |
| I go and I sit on the soft bed of rushes | J |
| As nigh as remembrance the spot can decide | K |
| There lonely I whisper in sorrow's warm gushes | L |
| That bliss when my Mary was plac'd by my side | K |
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| It grieves me to see the first open May blossom | D |
| For Mary if still 'tis remember'd by thee | I |
| 'Twas just then thou wish'd one to place in thy bosom | D |
| When scarce a peep show'd itself open to me | I |
| Each May with a tear are that flower and I parted | M |
| As near that lov'd spot it first peeps on the bower | G |
| I've no cause to pluck thee I sigh broken hearted | M |
| There's no Mary nigh to be pleas'd with the flower | G |
John Clare
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