Elegy Xii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFCCGGHHIIBB FJCCGGKKLLMMNNOOPPQQ RRSSTTAAUUVWXXAAYYZA 2B2B2C2C2B2B2D2E2HHS SB2B2F2F2| COME Fates I fear you not All whom I owe | A |
| Are paid but you then 'rest me ere I go | A |
| But Chance from you all sovereignty hath got | B |
| Love woundeth none but those whom Death dares not | B |
| True if you were and just in equity | C |
| I should have vanquish'd her as you did me | C |
| Else lovers should not brave Death's pains and live | D |
| But 'tis a rule Death comes not to relieve | E |
| Or pale and wan Death's terrors are they laid | F |
| So deep in lovers they make Death afraid | F |
| Or the least comfort have I company | C |
| O'ercame she Fates Love Death as well as me | C |
| Yes Fates do silk unto her distaff pay | G |
| For ransom which tax they on us do lay | G |
| Love gives her youth which is the reason why | H |
| Youths for her sake some wither and some die | H |
| Poor Death can nothing give yet for her sake | I |
| Still in her turn he doth a lover take | I |
| And if Death should prove false she fears him not | B |
| Our Muses to redeem her she hath got | B |
| That fatal night we last kiss'd I thus pray'd | F |
| Or rather thus despair'd I should have said | J |
| Kisses and yet despair The forbid tree | C |
| Did promise and deceive no more than she | C |
| Like lambs that see their teats and must eat hay | G |
| A food whose taste hath made me pine away | G |
| Dives when thou saw'st bliss and craved'st to touch | K |
| A drop of water thy great pains were such | K |
| Here grief wants a fresh wit for mine being spent | L |
| And my sighs weary groans are all my rent | L |
| Unable longer to endure the pain | M |
| They break like thunder and do bring down rain | M |
| Thus till dry tear solder my eye I weep | N |
| And then I dream how you securely sleep | N |
| And in your dreams do laugh at me I hate | O |
| And pray Love all may he pities my state | O |
| But says I therein no revenge shall find | P |
| The sun would shine though all the world were blind | P |
| Yet to try my hate Love show'd me your tear | Q |
| And I had died had not your smile been there | Q |
| Your frown undoes me your smile is my wealth | R |
| And as you please to look I have my health | R |
| Methought Love pitying me when he saw this | S |
| Gave me your hands the backs and palms to kiss | S |
| That cured me not but to bear pain gave strength | T |
| And what is lost in force is took in length | T |
| I call'd on Love again who fear'd you so | A |
| That his compassion still proved greater woe | A |
| For then I dream'd I was in bed with you | U |
| But durst not feel for fear it should not be true | U |
| This merits not your anger had it been | V |
| The queen of chastity was naked seen | W |
| And in bed not to feel the pain I took | X |
| Was more than for Act on not to look | X |
| And that breast which lay ope I did not know | A |
| But for the clearness from a lump of snow | A |
| Nor that sweet teat which on the top it bore | Y |
| From the rose bud which for my sake you wore | Y |
| These griefs to issue forth by verse I prove | Z |
| Or turn their course by travel and new love | A2 |
| All would not do the best at last I tried | B2 |
| Unable longer to hold out I died | B2 |
| And then I found I lost life death by flying | C2 |
| Who hundreds live are but so long in dying | C2 |
| Charon did let me pass I'll him requite | B2 |
| To mark the groves or shades wrongs my delight | B2 |
| I'll speak but of those ghosts I found alone | D2 |
| Those thousand ghosts whereof myself made one | E2 |
| All images of thee I asked them why | H |
| The judge told me all they for thee did die | H |
| And therefore had for their Elysian bliss | S |
| In one another their own loves to kiss | S |
| O here I miss'd not blissh but being dead | B2 |
| For lo I dreamt I dreamt and waking said | B2 |
| Heaven if who are in thee there must dwell | F2 |
| How is't I now was there and now I fell | F2 |
John Donne
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