A Maypole Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKCC

Deprived of root and branch and rindA
Yet flowers I bear of every kindA
And such is my prolific powerB
They bloom in less than half an hourB
Yet standers by may plainly seeC
They get no nourishment from meC
My head with giddiness goes roundD
And yet I firmly stand my groundD
All over naked I am seenE
And painted like an Indian queenE
No couple beggar in the landF
E'er joined such numbers hand in handF
I joined them fairly with a ringG
Nor can our parson blame the thingG
And though no marriage words are spokeH
They part not till the ring is brokeH
Yet hypocrite fanatics cryI
I'm but an idol raised on highI
And once a weaver in our townJ
A damned Cromwellian knocked me downJ
I lay a prisoner twenty yearsK
And then the jovial cavaliersK
To their old post restored all threeC
I mean the church the king and meC

Jonathan Swift



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