The Funeral Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGFGHIHI JKJLJMJM

Whoever comes to shroud me do not harmA
Nor question muchB
That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my armA
The mystery the sign you must not touchB
For 'tis my outward SoulC
Viceroy to that which then to heaven being goneD
Will leave this to controlC
And keep these limbs her Provinces from dissolutionE
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For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fallF
Through every partG
Can tie those parts and make me one of allF
These hairs which upward grew and strength and artG
Have from a better brainH
Can better do't except she meant that II
By this should know my painH
As prisoners then are manacled when they're condemned to dieI
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Whate'er she meant by 't bury it with meJ
For since I amK
Love's martyr it might breed idolatryJ
If into others' hands these relics cameL
As 'twas humilityJ
To afford to it all that a Soul can doM
So 'tis some braveryJ
That since you would save none of me I bury some of youM

John Donne



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