Shamrock Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAA BBCC AADE FGAA HHII JJKK AALL MMNN OOMM AAPQ MMAA JJLL AAAA| O the red rose may be fair | A |
| And the lily statelier | A |
| But my shamrock one in three | A |
| Takes the very heart of me | A |
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| Many a lover hath the rose | B |
| When june's musk wind breathes and blows | B |
| And in many a bower is heard | C |
| Her sweet praise from bee and bird | C |
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| Through the gold hours dreameth she | A |
| In her warm heart passionately | A |
| Her fair face hung languid wise | D |
| O her breath of honey and spice | E |
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| Like a fair saint virginal | F |
| Stands your lily silver and tall | G |
| Over all the flowers that be | A |
| Is my shamrock dear to me | A |
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| Shines the lily like the sun | H |
| Crystal pure a cold sweet nun | H |
| With her austere lip she sings | I |
| To her heart of heavenly things | I |
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| Gazeth through a night of June | J |
| To her sister saint the moon | J |
| With the stars communeth long | K |
| Of the angels and their song | K |
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| But when summer died last year | A |
| Rose and lily died with her | A |
| Shamrock stayeth every day | L |
| Be the winds or gold or grey | L |
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| Irish hills as grey as the dove | M |
| Know the little plant I love | M |
| Warm and fair it mantles them | N |
| Stretching down from throat to hem | N |
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| And it laughs o'er many a vale | O |
| Sheltered safe from storm and gale | O |
| Sky and sun and stars thereof | M |
| Love the gentle plant I love | M |
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| Soft it clothes the ruined floor | A |
| Of many an abbey grey and hoar | A |
| And the still home of the dead | P |
| With its green is carpeted | Q |
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| Roses for an hour of love | M |
| With the joy and pain thereof | M |
| Stand my lilies white to see | A |
| All for prayer and purity | A |
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| These are white as the harvest moon | J |
| Roses flush like the heart of June | J |
| But my shamrock brave and gay | L |
| Glads the tired eyes every day | L |
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| O the red rose shineth rare | A |
| And the lily saintly fair | A |
| But my shamrock one in three | A |
| Takes the inmost heart of me | A |
Katharine Tynan
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