The Funeral Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGFGHIHI JKJLJMJM| Whoever comes to shroud me do not harm | A |
| Nor question much | B |
| That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm | A |
| The mystery the sign you must not touch | B |
| For 'tis my outward Soul | C |
| Viceroy to that which then to heaven being gone | D |
| Will leave this to control | C |
| And keep these limbs her Provinces from dissolution | E |
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| For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall | F |
| Through every part | G |
| Can tie those parts and make me one of all | F |
| These hairs which upward grew and strength and art | G |
| Have from a better brain | H |
| Can better do't except she meant that I | I |
| By this should know my pain | H |
| As prisoners then are manacled when they're condemned to die | I |
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| Whate'er she meant by 't bury it with me | J |
| For since I am | K |
| Love's martyr it might breed idolatry | J |
| If into others' hands these relics came | L |
| As 'twas humility | J |
| To afford to it all that a Soul can do | M |
| So 'tis some bravery | J |
| That since you would save none of me I bury some of you | M |
John Donne
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