At Lenno Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBB CCCDDD EEEAAA FFFGHG IIIJJJ KKKLLM NNNOOO AAABBB| By Lake Como's sylvan shore | A |
| Where the wavelets evermore | A |
| Seem to rhythmically murmur of the classic days of yore | A |
| Cease O boatman now to row | B |
| While the Alpine summits glow | B |
| Let me dream that I am floating on the lake of long ago | B |
| - | |
| Where the Tremezzina ends | C |
| And the bay of Lenno bends | C |
| Till the shadow of the mountain to its placid wave descends | C |
| On this strand of silver foam | D |
| Stood the Younger Pliny's home | D |
| When the world at last lay subject to the dominance of Rome | D |
| - | |
| Here he passed his sweetest hours | E |
| 'Mid his statues books and flowers | E |
| With a life and list of pleasures not dissimilar to ours | E |
| For the city's rush and roar | A |
| Never reached this tranquil shore | A |
| And his writings prove completely that he yearned for them no more | A |
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| Here as scholar poet sage | F |
| He filled many a pliant page | F |
| With the philosophic wisdom and refinement of his age | F |
| And his letters to his peers | G |
| Through a life of smiles and tears | H |
| Make me often quite forgetful of the intervening years | G |
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| For the beauty of the bay | I |
| And the magical display | I |
| Of its coronet of mountains have not altered since his day | I |
| And the lake of which he wrote | J |
| At that epoch so remote | J |
| With the same caressing murmur laps my undulating boat | J |
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| Hence the subtle tender spell | K |
| Of the place he loved so well | K |
| Holds me captive and enchanted as these waters gently swell | K |
| And a vague and nameless pain | L |
| Makes me long for though in vain | L |
| That delightful classic era which will never come again | M |
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| Since the Goths' invading tide | N |
| Wrecked Rome's potency and pride | N |
| Something wonderful has vanished something exquisite has died | N |
| And in spite of modern fame | O |
| And the lustre of its name | O |
| Even beautiful Lake Como can be never quite the same | O |
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| So beside its sylvan shore | A |
| Where the wavelets evermore | A |
| Seem to rythmically murmur of the classic days of yore | A |
| Cease O boatman now to row | B |
| For while Alpine summits glow | B |
| I would dream that I am floating on the lake of long ago | B |
John L. Stoddard
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