To My Son Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCC DEDEE FGFGG HIHII JKJKL MNMNN OPOPP QRQSR TUTUU VWVWW KXYZZ A2DADD| AGED SIXTEEN | A |
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| Dear boy unborn the son but of my dream | B |
| Promise of yet unrisen day | C |
| Come sit beside me let us talk and seem | B |
| To take such cares and courage for your way | C |
| As some year yet we may | C |
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| As some year yet when you my son to be | D |
| Look out on life and turn to go | E |
| And I grown grey shall wish you well and see | D |
| Myself imprinted as but she could know | E |
| To make amendment so | E |
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| I see you then your sixteen years alight | F |
| With limbs all true and golden hair | G |
| And you unborn I will this April night | F |
| Tell of the faith and honour you must wear | G |
| For love whose light you bear | G |
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| Beauty you have as mothered so could face | H |
| Or limbs or hair be otherwise | I |
| Years gone dear boy there was a virgin grace | H |
| Worth Homer's laurel under western skies | I |
| To wander and devise | I |
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| Beauty you have Cherish it as divine | J |
| Wash it with dews of diligence | K |
| Not vainly but because it is the sign | J |
| Of inward light the spirit's excellence | K |
| Made visible to sense | L |
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| Athlete be you strong runner to the goal | M |
| Glad though the game be lost or won | N |
| Fleet limbs that chronicle a fleeter soul | M |
| In every winter valiantly to run | N |
| Till the last race be done | N |
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| Love wisdom that is suited in a rhyme | O |
| And be in all your learning known | P |
| Old minstrels chanting out of faded time | O |
| Since he who counts all years gone by alone | P |
| Makes any year his own | P |
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| And when one day you are a lover too | Q |
| Come back to her who bore you dear | R |
| Tell out your tale you shall the better woo | Q |
| For every word that from her lips you hear | S |
| For she made love most clear | R |
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| Most clear for him who sits beside you now | T |
| There was a certain frost that fell | U |
| Before its time upon a summer bough | T |
| And how at last that reckoning was well | U |
| She for your love shall tell | U |
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| Labour to build your house but ever keep | V |
| That greater garden fresh in mind | W |
| That England with its bird song buried deep | V |
| In cool great woods where chivalry can find | W |
| The province of its kind | W |
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| Be great or little your inheritance | K |
| Know there shall number in that dower | X |
| No treasure from the treasuries of chance | Y |
| So rare as that you came the perfect flower | Z |
| Of love's most perfect hour | Z |
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| Go now my son Be all I might have been | A2 |
| Ask her She knows and none but she | D |
| Her beauty and her wisdom weathered clean | A |
| Some part of me in you that you might be | D |
| Her own eternity | D |
John Drinkwater
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