The Serenade Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDCEFGHCHICJHKFHL HMNHCOPQRSCTUVHWCTCH CIXY ZZNN WWCC A2A2B2B2 C2C2HH CA2D2

I pipe to Amaryllis while my goatsA
Tityrus their guardian browse along the fellB
O Tityrus as I love thee feed my goatsA
And lead them to the spring and Tityrus 'wareC
The lifted crest of yon gray Libyan ramD
Ah winsome Amaryllis Why no moreC
Greet'st thou thy darling from the caverned rockE
Peeping all coyly Think'st thou scorn of himF
Hath a near view revealed him satyr shapedG
Of chin and nostril I shall hang me soonH
See here ten apples from thy favourite treeC
I plucked them I shall bring ten more anonH
Ah witness my heart anguish Oh were II
A booming bee to waft me to thy lairC
Threading the fern and ivy in whose depthsJ
Thou nestlest I have learned what Love is nowH
Fell god he drank the lioness's milkK
In the wild woods his mother cradled himF
Whose fire slow burns me smiting to the boneH
O thou whose glance is beauty and whose heartL
All marble O dark eyebrowed maiden mineH
Cling to thy goatherd let him kiss thy lipsM
For there is sweetness in an empty kissN
Thou wilt not Piecemeal I will rend the crownH
The ivy crown which dear I guard for theeC
Inwov'n with scented parsley and with flowersO
Oh I am desperate what betides me whatP
Still art thou deaf I'll doff my coat of skinsQ
And leap into yon waves where on the watchR
For mackerel Olpis sits tho' I 'scape deathS
That I have all but died will pleasure theeC
That learned I when I murmuring 'loves she me 'T
The Love in absence crushed returned no soundU
But shrank and shrivelled on my smooth young wristV
I learned it of the sieve divining croneH
Who gleaned behind the reapers yesterdayW
'Thou'rt wrapt up all ' Agraia said 'in herC
She makes of none account her worshipper 'T
Lo a white goat and twins I keep for theeC
Mermnon's lass covets them dark she is of skinH
But yet hers be they thou but foolest meC
She cometh by the quivering of mine eyeI
I'll lean against the pine tree here and singX
She may look round she is not adamantY
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Sings Hippomenes when he a maid would wedZ
Took apples in his hand and on he spedZ
Famed Atalanta's heart was won by thisN
She marked and maddening sank in Love's abyssN
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From Othrys did the seer Melampus strayW
To Pylos with his herd and lo there layW
In a swain's arms a maid of beauty rareC
Alphesiboea wise of heart she bareC
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Did not Adonis rouse to such excessA2
Of frenzy her whose name is LovelinessA2
He a mere lad whose wethers grazed the hillB2
That dead he's pillowed on her bosom stillB2
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Endymion sleeps the sleep that changeth notC2
And maiden mine I envy him his lotC2
Envy Iasion's his it was to gainH
Bliss that I dare not breathe in ears profaneH
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My head aches What reck'st thou I sing no moreC
E'en where I fell I'll lie until the wolvesA2
Rend me may that be honey in thy mouthD2

Jon Corelis Theocritus



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