Syrinx Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeedA
Though now she's turned into a reedA
From that dear reed Pan's pipe does comeB
A pipe that strikes Apollo dumbB
Nor flute nor lute nor gittern canC
So chant it as the pipe of PanC
Cross gartered swains and dairy girlsD
With faces smug and round as pearlsD
When Pan's shrill pipe begins to playE
With dancing wear out night and dayE
The bagpipe's drone his hum lays byF
When Pan sounds up his minstrelsyD
His minstrelsy O base this quillG
Which at my mouth with wind I fillG
Puts me in mind though her I missD
That still my Syrinx' lips I kissD

John Lyly


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