The Funerall Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCECFCFEGEG AAHAAIAJ

Who ever comes to shroud me do not harmeA
Nor question muchB
That subtile wreath of haire which crowns my armeA
The mystery the signe you must not touchB
For'tis my outward SouleC
Viceroy to that which then to heaven being goneD
Will leave this to controuleC
And keep these limbes her Provinces from dissolutionE
For if the sinewie thread my braine lets fallC
Through every partF
Can tye those parts and make mee one of allC
These haires which upward grew and strength and artF
Have from a better braineE
Can better do'it Except she meant that IG
By this should know my painE
As prisoners then are manacled when they'are condemn'd to dieG
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What ere shee meant by'it bury it with meA
For since I amA
Loves martyr it might breed idolatrieH
If into others hands these Reliques cameA
As'twas humilityA
To afford to it all that a Soule can doeI
So 'tis some braveryA
That since you would save none of mee I bury some of youJ

John Donne



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