A Nocturnall Upon St. Lucies Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBBCCCDD ECCFBBBGH IJKLBBBBB MNOMPQQMM RRRRSSSBBBeing The Shortest Day | A |
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'Tis the yeares midnight and it is the dayes | B |
Lucies who scarce seaven houres herself unmaskes | B |
The Sunne is spent and now his flasks | B |
Send forth light squibs no constant rayes | B |
The worlds whole sap is sunke | C |
The generall balme th' hydroptique earth hath drunk | C |
Whither as to the beds feet life is shrunk | C |
Dead and interr'd yet all these seem to laugh | D |
Compar'd with mee who am their Epitaph | D |
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Study me then you who shall lovers bee | E |
At the next world that is at the next Spring | C |
For I am every dead thing | C |
In whom love wrought new Alchimie | F |
For his art did expresse | B |
A quintessence even from nothingnesse | B |
From dull privations and leane emptinesse | B |
He ruin'd mee and I am re begot | G |
Of absence darknesse death things which are not | H |
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All others from all things draw all that's good | I |
Life soule forme spirit whence they beeing have | J |
I by loves limbecke am the grave | K |
Of all that's nothing Oft a flood | L |
Have wee two wept and so | B |
Drownd the whole world us two oft did we grow | B |
To be two Chaosses when we did show | B |
Care to ought else and often absences | B |
Withdrew our soules and made us carcasses | B |
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But I am by her death which word wrongs her | M |
Of the first nothing the Elixer grown | N |
Were I a man that I were one | O |
I needs must know I should preferre | M |
If I were any beast | P |
Some ends some means Yea plants yea stones detest | Q |
And love All all some properties invest | Q |
If I an ordinary nothing were | M |
As shadow a light and body must be here | M |
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But I am None nor will my Sunne renew | R |
You lovers for whose sake the lesser Sunne | R |
At this time to the Goat is runne | R |
To fetch new lust and give it you | R |
Enjoy your summer all | S |
Since shee enjoyes her long nights festivall | S |
Let mee prepare towards her and let mee call | S |
This houre her Vigill and her Eve since this | B |
Bothe the yeares and the dayes deep midnight is | B |
John Donne
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