The Summer Breezelet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGF HIHI JKJK DLDL MNMN IGK

'NOT now shall I sing of my sports in SpringA
But the golden hours and gay 'B
Sang the Breeze 'when I a wild lover hieC
With the Summer flowers to playD
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'When I tiptoe go to the pansy tho'E
She wag to and fro her headF
She yet likes I know my kisses and soG
Is kist on her low green bedF
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'The rose newly born albeit she's swornH
Her lover shall mourn I wooI
And escape untorn by her pointed thornH
And never a scorn may rueI
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'The pink she may shrink at my touch I thinkJ
When her sweets I drink in gleeK
At the theft she'll wink and a kindly blinkJ
Will the sweet mouth'd pink throw meK
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'That snowy white may the lily I swayD
And when I essay love stirredL
In my own wild way with the saint to playD
No cruel Nay is heardL
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'When I in my zeal to the poppy stealM
Tho' she'd fain conceal her flameN
Yet she'll rock and reel with feeling I feelM
Nor seek my zeal to blameN
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'The woodbine too nay all blooms I wooI
In the fields or bowers and OG
And the mad pranks we will play and the gleeK
And the golden hours we know '-

Joseph Skipsey



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