William And Robin. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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WILLIAMA
When I meet Peggy in my morning walkB
She first salutes the morn then stays to talkB
The biggest secret she will not refuseC
But freely tells me all the village newsC
And pleas'd am I can I but haply forceD
Some new made tale to lengthen the discourseD
For O so pleasing is her companyE
That hours like minutes in her presence flyF
I'm happy then nor can her absence e'erG
Raise in my heart the least distrust or fearH
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ROBINI
When Mary meets me I find nought to sayJ
She hangs her head I turn another wayJ
Sometimes but never till the maid's gone byF
Good morning faulters weaken'd by a sighF
Confounded I remain but yet delightK
To look back on her till she's out of sightK
Then then's the time that absence does tormentL
I jeer my weakness painfully repentL
To think how well I might have then confestL
That secret love which makes me so distrestL
But when the maiden's vanish'd for a whileM
Recruited hopes my future hours beguileM
I fancy then another time I'll tellN
Which if not better will be quite as wellN
Thus days and weeks and months I've dallied o'erG
And am no nearer than I was beforeO
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WILLIAMA
Such ways as these I ever strove to shunI
Nor was I bashful when I first begunI
Freely I offer'd posies to the maidL
Which she as freely with her smiles repaidL
Yet had I been like you afraid to ownP
My love her kindness had been still unknownP
And now the maiden's kindness to requiteL
I strive to please her morning noon and nightL
The garland and the wreath for her I bindL
Compos'd of all the fairest I can findL
For her I stop the straggler going astrayJ
And watch her sheep when she's not in the wayJ
I fetch them up at night and shift the penQ
And in the morning let them out againQ
For her in harvest when the nuts are brownR
I take my crook to pull the branches downR
And up the trees that dismally hang o'erG
The deep black pond where none durst go beforeO
I heedless climb as free from fear as nowS
And snatch the clusters from the topmost boughS
Well pleas'd to risk such dangers that can proveT
How much her William does his Peggy loveU
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ROBINI
I search the meadows and as well as youV
I bind up posies and sweet garlands tooV
And if I unawares can hear exprestV
What flower she fancies finer than the restV
Grow where it will I search the fields aboutV
And search for't daily till I find it outV
And when I've found it oh what tongue can tellN
The fears and doubts which in my bosom swellN
The schemes contriving and the plans I layJ
How I to her the garland may conveyJ
Are various indeed sometimes I startV
Resolv'd to tell the secret of my heartV
Vowing to make the gather'd garland proveT
How much I languish and how much I loveU
But soon resolves and vows allay their heatV
And timid weakness re assumes her seatV
The garland then which I so painful soughtV
Instantly seems as if 'twere good for noughtV
Ah gaudy thing I sigh will Mary wearW
Such foolish lumber in her auburn hairW
Thus doubts and fears each other thought confoundV
And thus perplex'd I throw it on the groundV
Walk from't distrest in pensive silence mournX
Then plan a scheme and back again returnY
Once more the garland in my hand I takeZ
And of the best a smaller posy makeZ
Resting assur'd that such a nosegay willA2
To gain her favour prove a better stillA2
And then my hopeful heart's from grief reviv'dV
By this new plan so seeming well contriv'dV
So off I go and gain the spot ah thenQ
I sneak along my heart misgives againQ
And as I nearer draw Well now thinks IF
I'll not speak to her but pass silent byF
Then from my coat that precious gift I takeZ
Which I beforehand treasur'd for her sakeZ
And after all my various scheming soB2
The flowers as worthless to the ground I throwB2
And then if getting through the hedge bound plainC2
Having no sense to find the same againQ
Her little lambkins raise a piteous cryF
Calling for help whether far off or nighF
It matters not can I but hear their moanP
Of her's more tender am I than my ownP
The journey's nought at all no steps I grudgeD2
But with great pleasure to their aid I trudgeD2
Yet this is never to the maiden knownP
Nor ever done save only when aloneP
Fearing from it that other swains should proveT
Or she herself the favour to be loveU
Though in her absence I so fond appearH
Yet when she's there I'm careless as it wereG
Nor can I have the face although my mindV
At the same time's most willingly inclin'dV
To do the least kind act at all for herG
Nor join the tale where she does interfereH
If from her looks a smile I e'er obtainC2
I feel o'erjoy'd but never smile againQ
And when I hear the swains her beauty praiseE2
And try with artful fond alluring waysE2
To snatch the posy from her swelling breastV
And loose the ribbon round her slender waistV
Then more familiar touch her curling hairW
And praise her beauty as beyond compareW
At this sad pain around my heart will stingF2
But I ne'er look nor tell a single thingF2

John Clare



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