Myra Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFG HIHIJI IKIKLL

I with whose colours Myra dress'd her headA
I that ware posies of her own hand makingB
I that mine own name in the chimneys readA
By Myra finely wrought ere I was wakingB
Must I look on in hope time coming mayC
With change bring back my turn again to playC
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I that on Sunday at the church stile foundD
A garland sweet with true love knots in flowersE
Which I to wear about mine arms was boundD
That each of us might know that all was oursE
Must I lead now an idle life in wishesF
And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishesG
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I that did wear the ring her mother leftH
I for whose love she gloried to be blam egrave dI
I with whose eyes her eyes committed theftH
I who did make her blush when I was nam egrave dI
Must I lose ring flowers blush theft and go nakedJ
Watching with sighs till dead love be awak egrave dI
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Was it for this that I might Myra seeI
Washing the water with her beauty's whiteK
Yet would she never write her love to meI
Thinks wit of change when thoughts are in delightK
Mad girls may safely love as they may leaveL
No man can print a kiss lines may deceiveL

Lord Brooke, Fulke Greville



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