My Lady Of Whims Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGFHFHIBJBJFHJ HBHBHFHKFALALMAMAFHJ HAHAHANANOCODBBBFFHJ F| A medieval Spanish legend slanderously setting forth the utter unreason of woman | A |
| ROMAQUIA sat and wept her | B |
| Lace mantilla full of tears | C |
| King Abit laid by his scepter | B |
| Left the Council of the Peers | D |
| 'Now what sorrow makes thee cry mate | E |
| Queen of Seville sobbing so ' | F |
| ''Tis your Andalusian climate | G |
| Oh I want to see the snow ' | F |
| 'Speak thy wish and it is granted | H |
| Thine to bid and mine to please ' | F |
| All the hills and plains he planted | H |
| With a myriad almond trees | I |
| When the suns of February | B |
| Made them white with blossoming | J |
| Romaquia was so merry | B |
| That she kissed the happy king | J |
| 'Every ill has its panacea ' | F |
| Wrote the learned King Abit | H |
| Smiling on his Romaquia | J |
| While he wondered at his wit | H |
| Romaquia sat and wept her | B |
| Dainty fan into a dud | H |
| King Abit threw by his scepter | B |
| With an unmajestic thud | H |
| 'What's the trouble top of treasures ' | F |
| 'See those women by the flood | H |
| Kneading bricks but I've no pleasures | K |
| I can't dabble in the mud ' | F |
| Loud he called his master mason | A |
| And in bower of eglantine | L |
| Built a jade and jasper basin | A |
| Filled with rose water and wine | L |
| Then for mud he poured in spices | M |
| Ginger mace and cinnamon | A |
| Sugar honey syrups ices | M |
| That the Queen might have her fun | A |
| 'Every ill has its panacea ' | F |
| Wrote the learned King Abit | H |
| Wondering if his Romaquia | J |
| Recognized her husband's wit | H |
| Romaquia in her garden | A |
| Watered all the trees with salt | H |
| Till they faded and the warden | A |
| Was beheaded for the fault | H |
| Of his lachrymose sultana | A |
| Oleander citron balm | N |
| Orange lemon and banana | A |
| The pomegranate myrtle palm | N |
| All were drooping for distresses | O |
| That the Queen poured out in tears | C |
| Pouting at the King's caresses | O |
| Till he longed to box her ears | D |
| 'Let me be ' she snapped ''You squeeze me | B |
| Clumsy thing You never try | B |
| In the very least to please me | B |
| So of course I have to cry ' | F |
| 'Every ill has its panacea ' | F |
| Wrote the rueful King Abit | H |
| 'Every ill but Romaquia | J |
| Wives' caprices wear out wit ' | F |
Katharine Lee Bates
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