Loves Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKLL MMNNOODDP QQRS| 'Sincerity comes with the wine cup ' my dear | A |
| Then now o'er our wine cups let us be sincere | A |
| My soul's treasured secret to you I'll impart | B |
| It is this that I never won fairly your heart | B |
| One half of my life I am conscious has flown | C |
| The residue lives on your image alone | C |
| You are kind and I dream I'm in paradise then | D |
| You are angry and lo all is darkness again | D |
| It is right to torment one who loves you Obey | E |
| Your elder 'twere best and you'll thank me one day | E |
| Settle down in one nest on one tree taking care | F |
| That no cruel reptile can clamber up there | F |
| As it is with your lovers you're fairly perplexed | G |
| One day you choose one bough another the next | G |
| Whoe'er at all struck by your graces appears | H |
| Is more to you straight than the comrade of years | H |
| While he's like the friend of a day put aside | I |
| For the breath of your nostrils I think is your pride | I |
| Form a friendship for life with some likely young lad | J |
| So doing in honour your name shall be had | J |
| Nor would Love use you hardly though lightly can he | K |
| Bind strong men in chains and has wrought upon me | K |
| Till the steel is as wax but I'm longing to press | L |
| That exquisite mouth with a clinging caress | L |
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| No Reflect that you're older each year than the last | M |
| That we all must grow gray and the wrinkles come fast | M |
| Reflect ere you spurn me that youth at his sides | N |
| Wears wings and once gone all pursuit he derides | N |
| Nor are men over keen to catch charms as they fly | O |
| Think of this and be gentle be loving as I | O |
| When your years are maturer we two shall be then | D |
| The pair in the Iliad over again | D |
| But if you consign all my words to the wind | P |
| And say 'Why annoy me you're not to my mind ' | - |
| I who lately in quest of the Gold Fruit had sped | Q |
| For your sake or of Cerberus guard of the dead | Q |
| Though you called me would ne'er stir a foot from my door | R |
| For my love and my sorrow thenceforth will be o'er | S |
Jon Corelis Theocritus
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