The Little Fauns To Proserpine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DDEE FFEE GGEE HHII EEJJ KKLL| BROWNER than the hazel husk swifter than the wind | A |
| Though you turn from heath and hill we are hard behind | A |
| Singing 'Ere the sorrows rise ere the gates unclose | B |
| Bind above your wistful eyes the memory of a rose ' | C |
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| Dark Iacchus pipes the kine shivering from the whin | D |
| Wraps him in a she goat's fell above the panther skin | D |
| Now we husk the corn for bread turn the mill for hire | E |
| Hoof by hoof and head by head about the herdsman's fire | E |
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| Ai Adonis where he gleams slender and at rest | F |
| One has built a roof of dreams where the white doves nest | F |
| Ere they bring the wine dark bowl ere the gates unbar | E |
| Take O take within your soul the shadow of a star | E |
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| Now the vintage feast is done now the melons glow | G |
| Gold along the raftered thatch beneath a thread of snow | G |
| Dian's bugle bids the dawn sweep the upland clear | E |
| Where we snared the silken fawn where we ran the deer | E |
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| Through the dark reeds wet with rain past the singing foam | H |
| Went the light foot Mysian maids calling Hylas home | H |
| Syrinx felt the silver spell fold her at her need | I |
| Hear ere yet you say farewell the wind along the reed | I |
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| Golden as the earliest leaf loosened from the spray | E |
| Grave Alcestis drank of grief for her lord's delay | E |
| Ere you choose the bitter part learn the changeless wrong | J |
| Bind above your breaking heart the echo of a song | J |
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| Now the chestnut burrs are down aspen shaws are pale | K |
| Now across the plunging reef reels the last red sail | K |
| Ere the wild black horses cry ere the night has birth | L |
| Take ere yet you say good bye the love of all the earth | L |
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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