On Hearing The Bag-pipe And Seeing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Of late two dainties were before me plac'dA
Sweet holy pure sacred and innocentB
From the ninth sphere to me benignly sentC
That Gods might know my own particular tasteA
First the soft Bag pipe mourn'd with zealous hasteA
The Stranger next with head on bosom bentC
Sigh'd rueful again the piteous Bag pipe wentC
Again the Stranger sighings fresh did wasteA
O Bag pipe thou didst steal my heart awayD
O Stranger thou didst re assert thy swayD
Again thou Stranger gav'st me fresh alarmE
Alas I could not choose Ah my poor heartF
Mum chance art thou with both oblig'd to partF

John Keats


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