Maying; Or, A Love Of Flowers Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Upon a day a merry day	A
When summer in her best	B
Like Sunday belles prepares for play	A
And joins each merry guest	B
A maid as wild as is a bird	C
That never knew a cage	D
Went out her parents' kine to herd	C
And Jocky as her page	D
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Must needs go join her merry toils	E
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A silly shepherd he	F
And little thought the aching broils	E
That in his heart would be	F
For he as yet knew nought of love	G
And nought of love knew she	F
Yet without learning love can move	H
The wildest to agree	F
	-
The wind enamoured of the maid	I
Around her drapery swims	E
And moulds in luscious masquerade	I
Her lovely shape and limbs	E
Smith's Venus stealing Cupid's bow	J
In marble hides as fine	K
But hers were life and soul whose glow	L
Makes meaner things divine	K
	-
In sooth she was a lovely toy	M
A worship moving thing	N
As ever brought the season joy	M
Or beautified the Spring	N
So sweet a thing no heart might hurt	O
Gay as a butterfly	P
Tho' Cupid chased 'twas half in sport	Q
He meant not to destroy	M
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When speaking words with breathing grace	E
Her sweet lips seeming wooed	R
Pausing to leave so sweet a place	E
Ere they could part for good	S
Those lips that pouted from her face	E
As the wild rose bursts the bud	T
Which June so eager to embrace	E
Tempts from beneath its hood	S
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Her eyes like suns did seem to light	U
The beauties of her face	E
Suffusing all her forehead white	U
And cheeks of rosy grace	E
Her bosom swelled to pillows large	V
Till her so taper waist	W
Scarce able seemed to bear the charge	V
Of each lawn bursting breast	B
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A very flower how she did shine	K
Her beauty all displaying	N
In truth this modern Proserpine	K
Might set the angels maying	N
As like a fairy mid the flowers	E
She flew to this now that	X
And some she braided in her hair	Y
Some wreathed within her hat	X
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Then oft she skipt in bowers to hide	Z
By Cupid led I ween	K
Putting her bosom's lawn aside	Z
To place some thyme at ween	K
The shepherd saw her skin so white	U
Two twin suns newly risen	K
Tho' love had chained him there till night	U
Who would have shunned the prison	K
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Then off again she skipt and flew	A2
With foot so light and little	B2
That Cinderella's fancy shoe	A2
Had fit her to a tittle	B2
The shepherd's heart like playing coal	C2
Beat as 't would leave the socket	D2
He sighed but thought it silly fool	E2
The watch within his pocket	D2
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But bold in love grow silly sheep	F2
And so right bold grew he	F
He ran she fled and at bo peep	F2
She met him round a tree	F
A thorn enamoured like the swain	K
Caught at her lily arm	G2
And then good faith to ease her pain	K
Love had a double charm	G2
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She sighed he wished it well I wis	E
The place was sadly swollen	K
And then he took a willing kiss	E
And made believe 't was stolen	K
Then made another make believe	H2
Till thefts grew past concealing	N
For when love once begins to thieve	H2
There grows no end to stealing	N
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They played and toyed till down the skies	E
The sun had taken flight	U
And still a sun was in her eyes	E
To keep away the night	U
And there he talked of love so well	I2
Or else he talked so ill	J2
That soon the priest was sought to tell	I2
The story better still	J2

John Clare

Maying; Or, A Love Of Flowers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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