The Garden Of Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGEGEFHFH IEIEJKKKLCLC

There is an isle in an unfurrowed seaA
That I wot of whereon the whole year roundB
The apple blossoms and the rosebuds beA
In early blooming and a many soundB
Of ten stringed lute and most mellifluous breathC
Of silver flute and mellow half heard hornD
Making unmeasured music Thither DeathC
Coming like Love takes all things in the mornD
Of tenderest life and being a delicate godE
In his own garden takes each delicate thingF
Unstained unmellowed immature untrodE
Tremulous betwixt the summer and the springF
The rosebud ere it come to be a roseG
The blossom ere it win to be a fruitE
The virginal snowdrop and the dove that knowsG
Only one dove for lover all the lootE
Of young soft things and all the harvestingF
Of unripe flowers Never comes the moonH
To matron fulness here no child bearingF
Vexes desire and the sun knows no noonH
But all the happy dwellers of that placeI
Are reckless children gotten on DelightE
By Beauty that is thrall to Death no graceI
No natural sweet they lack a chrysoliteE
Of perfect beauty each No wisdom comesJ
To mar their early folly no false lawsK
Man made for man no mouthing prudence numbsK
Their green unthought or gives their licence pauseK
Young animals young flowers they live and growL
And die before their sweet emblossomed breathC
Has learnt to sigh save like a lover's OhL
How sweet is Youth how delicate is DeathC

Lord Alfred Douglas



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