To My Son Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCC DEDEE FGFGG HIHII JKJKL MNMNN OPOPP QRQSR TUTUU VWVWW KXYZZ A2DADD

AGED SIXTEENA
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Dear boy unborn the son but of my dreamB
Promise of yet unrisen dayC
Come sit beside me let us talk and seemB
To take such cares and courage for your wayC
As some year yet we mayC
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As some year yet when you my son to beD
Look out on life and turn to goE
And I grown grey shall wish you well and seeD
Myself imprinted as but she could knowE
To make amendment soE
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I see you then your sixteen years alightF
With limbs all true and golden hairG
And you unborn I will this April nightF
Tell of the faith and honour you must wearG
For love whose light you bearG
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Beauty you have as mothered so could faceH
Or limbs or hair be otherwiseI
Years gone dear boy there was a virgin graceH
Worth Homer's laurel under western skiesI
To wander and deviseI
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Beauty you have Cherish it as divineJ
Wash it with dews of diligenceK
Not vainly but because it is the signJ
Of inward light the spirit's excellenceK
Made visible to senseL
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Athlete be you strong runner to the goalM
Glad though the game be lost or wonN
Fleet limbs that chronicle a fleeter soulM
In every winter valiantly to runN
Till the last race be doneN
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Love wisdom that is suited in a rhymeO
And be in all your learning knownP
Old minstrels chanting out of faded timeO
Since he who counts all years gone by aloneP
Makes any year his ownP
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And when one day you are a lover tooQ
Come back to her who bore you dearR
Tell out your tale you shall the better wooQ
For every word that from her lips you hearS
For she made love most clearR
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Most clear for him who sits beside you nowT
There was a certain frost that fellU
Before its time upon a summer boughT
And how at last that reckoning was wellU
She for your love shall tellU
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Labour to build your house but ever keepV
That greater garden fresh in mindW
That England with its bird song buried deepV
In cool great woods where chivalry can findW
The province of its kindW
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Be great or little your inheritanceK
Know there shall number in that dowerX
No treasure from the treasuries of chanceY
So rare as that you came the perfect flowerZ
Of love's most perfect hourZ
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Go now my son Be all I might have beenA2
Ask her She knows and none but sheD
Her beauty and her wisdom weathered cleanA
Some part of me in you that you might beD
Her own eternityD

John Drinkwater



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