Jonquil And Fleur-de-lys Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC A ADAD A EFEF GGGG HIHI JKJK GFGF LGLG G KMKM G HNHN G KKKK G OGOG G G G KPKP QGQG RHRH GSGS GTGT G IBIB G HUUU G GTGT G RUR G GVG WXW YG UZUA2 B2LB2L VGV G UVUV G UGUG G ITIT G TMTM

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Jonquil was a shepherd ladB
White he was as the curded creamC
Hair like the buttercups he hadB
And wet green eyes like a full chalk streamC
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His teeth were as white as the stones that lieA
Down in the depths of the sun bright riverD
And his lashes danced like a dragon flyA
With drops on the gauzy wings that quiverD
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His lips were as red as round ripe cherriesE
And his delicate cheek's and his rose pink neckF
Were stained with the colour of dog rose berriesE
When they lie on the snow like a crimson fleckF
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His feet were all stained with the cowslips and grassG
To amber and verdigrisG
And through his folds one day did passG
The young prince Fleur de lysG
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Fleur de lys was the son of the kingH
He was as white as an onyx stoneI
His hair was curled like a daffodil ringH
And his eyes were like gems in the queen's blue zoneI
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His teeth were as white as the white pearls setJ
Round the thick white throat of the queen in the hallK
And his lashes were like the dark silk netJ
That she binds her yellow hair withalK
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His lips were as red as the red rubiesG
The king's bright dagger hilt that deckF
And pale rose pink as the amethyst isG
Were his delicate cheeks and his rose pink neckF
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His feet were all shod in shoes of goldL
And his coat was as gold as a blackbird's bill isG
With jewel on jewel manifoldL
And wrought with a pattern of golden liliesG
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When Fleur de lys espied JonquilK
He was as glad as a bird in MayM
He tripped right swiftly a down the hillK
And called to the shepherd boy to playM
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This fell out ere the sheep shearingH
That these two lads did sport and toyN
Fleur de lys the son of the kingH
And sweet Jonquil the shepherd boyN
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And after they had played awhileK
Thereafter they to talking fellK
And full an hour they did beguileK
While each his state and lot did tellK
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For Jonquil spake of the little sheepO
And the tender ewes that know their namesG
And he spake of his wattled hut for sleepO
And the country sports and the shepherds' gamesG
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And he plucked a reed from the edge that girdsG
The river bank and with his knife-
Made a pipe with a breath like the singing birdsG
When they flute to their loves in a musical strife-
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And he told of the night so long and stillK
When he lay awake till he heard the feetP
Of the goat foot god coming over the hillK
And the rustling sound as he passed through the wheatP
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And Fleur de lys told of the king and the courtQ
And the stately dames and the slender pagesG
Of his horse and his hawk and his mimic fortQ
And the silent birds in their golden cagesG
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And the jewelled sword with the damask bladeR
That should be his in his fifteenth springH
And the silver sound that the gold horns madeR
And the tourney lists and the tilting ringH
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And after that they did deviseG
For mirth and sport that each should wearS
The other's clothes and in this guiseG
Make play each other's parts to bearS
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Whereon they stripped off all their clothesG
And when they stood up in the sunT
They were as like as one white roseG
On one green stalk to another oneT
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And when Jonquil as a prince was shownI
And Fleur de lys as a shepherd ladB
Their mothers' selves would not have knownI
That each the other's habit hadB
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And Jonquil walked like the son of a kingH
With dainty steps and proud haut lookU
And Fleur de lys that sweet younglingU
Did push and paddle his feet in the brookU
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And while they made play in this wiseG
Unto them all in haste did runT
Two lords of the court with joyful criesG
That long had sought the young king's sonT
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And to Jonquil they reverence madeR
And said ' My lord we are come from the kingU
Who is sore vexed that thou hast strayedR
So far without a following '-
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Then unto them said Fleur de lysG
' You do mistake my lords for knowV
That I am the son of the king and thisG
Is sweet Jonquil my playfellow '-
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Whereat one of these lords repliedW
' Thou lying knave I'll make thee rueX
Such saucy words ' But Jonquil criedW
' Nay nay my lord 'tis even true '-
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Whereat these lords were sore distressedY
And one made answer bending kneeG
' My lord the prince is pleased to jest '-
But Jonquil answered ' Thou shalt see '-
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Sure never yet so strange a thingU
As this before was seenZ
That a shepherd was thought the son of a kingU
And a prince a shepherd boy to have beenA2
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' Now mark me well my noble lordB2
A shepherd's feet go bare and coldL
Therefore they are all green from the swardB2
And the buttercup makes a stain of goldL
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' That I am Jonquil thus thou shalt knowV
And that this be very Fleur de lysG
If his feet be like the driven snowV
And mine like the amber and verdigris '-
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He lifted up the shepherd's frockU
That clothed the prince and straight did showV
That his naked feet all under his smockU
Were whiter than the driven snowV
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He doffed the shoes and the clothes of silkU
That he had gotten from Fleur de lysG
And all the rest was as white as milkU
But his feet were like amber and verdigrisG
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With that they each took back his ownI
And when his second change was doneT
As a shepherd boy was Jonquil shownI
And Fleur de lys the king's true sonT
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By this the sun was low in the heavenT
And Fleur de lys must ride awayM
But ere he left with kisses sevenT
He vowed to come another dayM

Lord Alfred Douglas



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