To My Wife--a Valentine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFGFHIII JKJKDBDB LBMBNOAO KPKPQDQD IIIIOIRI QIIISDSDO once I had a true love | A |
As blest as I could be | B |
Patty was my turtle dove | A |
And Patty she loved me | B |
We walked the fields together | C |
By roses and woodbine | D |
In Summer's sunshine weather | C |
And Patty she was mine | D |
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We stopped to gather primroses | E |
And violets white and blue | F |
In pastures and green closes | G |
All glistening with the dew | F |
We sat upon green mole hills | H |
Among the daisy flowers | I |
To hear the small birds' merry trills | I |
And share the sunny hours | I |
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The blackbird on her grassy nest | J |
We would not scare away | K |
Who nuzzling sat with brooding breast | J |
On her eggs for half the day | K |
The chaffinch chirruped on the thorn | D |
And a pretty nest had she | B |
The magpie chattered all the morn | D |
From her perch upon the tree | B |
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And I would go to Patty's cot | L |
And Patty came to me | B |
Each knew the other's very thought | M |
Under the hawthorn tree | B |
And Patty had a kiss to give | N |
And Patty had a smile | O |
To bid me hope and bid me love | A |
At every stopping stile | O |
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We loved one Summer quite away | K |
And when another came | P |
The cowslip close and sunny day | K |
It found us much the same | P |
We both looked on the selfsame thing | Q |
Till both became as one | D |
The birds did in the hedges sing | Q |
And happy time went on | D |
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The brambles from the hedge advance | I |
In love with Patty's eyes | I |
On flowers like ladies at a dance | I |
Flew scores of butterflies | I |
I claimed a kiss at every stile | O |
And had her kind replies | I |
The bees did round the woodbine toil | R |
Where sweet the small wind sighs | I |
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Then Patty was a slight young thing | Q |
Now she's long past her teens | I |
And we've been married many springs | I |
And mixed in many scenes | I |
And I'll be true for Patty's sake | S |
And she'll be true for mine | D |
And I this little ballad make | S |
To be her valentine | D |
John Clare
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