Psalme Cxxxvii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBA AAACCA DDBEEB BBCBBC BBCBBC AAFGGF HHABBA AAAHHA AADIID AAACCA BBDBBD| By Euphrates' flowry side | A |
| We did bide | A |
| From deare Juda faire absented | A |
| Tearing the aire with our cryes | B |
| And our eyes | B |
| With their streames his streame augmented | A |
| - | |
| When poore Syon's dolefull state | A |
| Desolate | A |
| Sacked burned and inthrall'd | A |
| And the temple spoil'd which wee | C |
| IS e'er should see | C |
| To our mirthlesse mindes wee call'd | A |
| - | |
| Our mute harpes untun'd unstrung | D |
| Up wee hung | D |
| On greene willowes neere beside us | B |
| Where we sitting all forlorne | E |
| Thus in scorne | E |
| Our proud spoylers 'gan deride us | B |
| - | |
| Come sad captives leave your moanes | B |
| And your groanes | B |
| Under Syon's ruines bury | C |
| Tune your harps and sing us layes | B |
| In the praise | B |
| Of your God and let's be merry | C |
| - | |
| Can ah can we leave our moanes | B |
| And our groanes | B |
| Under Syon's ruines bury | C |
| Can we in this land sing layes | B |
| In the praise | B |
| Of our God and here be merry | C |
| - | |
| No deare Syon if I yet | A |
| Do forget | A |
| Thine affliction miserable | F |
| Let my nimble joynts become | G |
| Stiffe and numme | G |
| To touch warbling harpe unable | F |
| - | |
| Let my tongue lose singing skill | H |
| Let it still | H |
| To my parched roofe be glewed | A |
| If in either harpe or voice | B |
| I rejoice | B |
| Till thy joyes shall be renewed | A |
| - | |
| Lord curse Edom's traiterous kinde | A |
| Beare in minde | A |
| In our ruines how they revell'd | A |
| Sack kill burne they cryed out still | H |
| Sack burne kill | H |
| Downe with all let all be levell'd | A |
| - | |
| And thou Babel when the tide | A |
| Of thy pride | A |
| Now a flowing growe to turning | D |
| Victor now shall then be thrall | I |
| And shall fall | I |
| To as low an ebbe of mourning | D |
| - | |
| Happy he who shall thee waste | A |
| As thou hast | A |
| Us without all mercy wasted | A |
| And shall make thee taste and see | C |
| What poore wee | C |
| By thy meanes have seene and tasted | A |
| - | |
| Happy who thy tender barnes | B |
| From the armes | B |
| Of their wailing mothers tearing | D |
| 'Gainst the walls shall dash their bones | B |
| Ruthlesse stones | B |
| With their braines and blood besmearing | D |
John Donne
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