Carissima Mea Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DBDC EBEC FGFC HBIC JBJC KBKC GBGC LBLC MBNC FBFC BBCC| I look upon my lady's face | A |
| And in the world about me see | B |
| No face like hers in any place | A |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| It is not made as others sing | D |
| Of their dear loves like ivory | B |
| But like a wild rose in the spring | D |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| Her brow is low and very fair | E |
| And o'er it smooth and shadowy | B |
| Lies deep the darkness of her hair | E |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| Beneath her brows her eyes are gray | F |
| And gaze out glad and fearlessly | G |
| Their wonder haunts me night and day | F |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| Her eyebrows arched and delicate | H |
| Twin curves of pencilled ebony | B |
| Within their spans contain my fate | I |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| Her mouth that was for kisses curved | J |
| So small and sweet it well may be | B |
| That it for me is yet reserved | J |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| Between her hair and rounded chin | K |
| Calm with her soul's calm purity | B |
| There lies no shadow of a sin | K |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| Of perfect form she is not tall | G |
| Just higher than the heart of me | B |
| Where'er I place her all in all | G |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| She is not shaped as some have sung | L |
| Of their dear loves like some slim tree | B |
| But like the moon when it is young | L |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| Her hands that smell of violet | M |
| So white and fashioned gracefully | B |
| Have woven round my heart a net | N |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| Yea I have loved her many a day | F |
| And though for me she may not be | B |
| Still at her feet my love I lay | F |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
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| Albeit she be not for me | B |
| GOD send her grace and grant that she | B |
| Know nought of sorrow all her days | C |
| Therefore it is I sing her praise | C |
Madison Julius Cawein
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