The First Wife Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BC DD EE FF GG HH II GG JJ EE GG KK LL MM NN OO GG PP GG| Ah my lord are the tidings true | A |
| That thy mother's jewels are shapen anew | A |
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| I hear that a bride has chosen been | B |
| The stars consulted the parents seen | C |
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| Had I been childless had never there smiled | D |
| The brilliant eyes from the face of a child | D |
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| Then at least I had understood | E |
| This thing they tell me thou findest good | E |
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| But I have been down to the River of Death | F |
| With painful footsteps and shuddering breath | F |
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| Seven times thou hast daughters three | G |
| And four young sons who are fair as thee | G |
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| I am not unlovely over my head | H |
| Not twenty summers as yet have sped | H |
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| 'T is eleven years since my opening life | I |
| Was given to thee by my father's wife | I |
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| Ah those days They were lovely to me | G |
| When little and shy I waited for thee | G |
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| Till I locked my arms round my lover above | J |
| A child in form but a woman in love | J |
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| And I bore thy sons as a woman should | E |
| Year by year as is meet and good | E |
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| Thy mother was ever content with me | G |
| And Oh Beloved I worshipped thee | G |
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| And now it's over alas my lord | K |
| Better I felt thy sharpest sword | K |
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| I hear she is youthful and fair as I | L |
| When I came to thee in the days gone by | L |
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| Her breasts are firmer this bosom slips | M |
| Somewhat weighted by children's lips | M |
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| But they were thy children Oh lord my king | N |
| Ah why hast thy heart devised this thing | N |
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| I am not as the women of this thy land | O |
| Meek and timid broken to hand | O |
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| From the distant North I was given to thee | G |
| Whose daughters are passionate fierce and free | G |
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| I could not dwell by a rival's side | P |
| I seek a bridegroom as thou a bride | P |
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| The night she yieldeth her youth to thee | G |
| Death shall take his pleasure in me | G |
Laurence Hope (adela Florence Cory Nicolson)
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