A Hymne To His Ladies Birth-place Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBBBCCCCDDBBEEAADD BBBBFGAAHHBBIIJKDDHH DDBBBBBBLLKKMMBBBBNN MBBBKKOO

Couentry that do'st adorneA
The Countrey wherein I was borneA
Yet therein lyes not thy prayseB
Why I should crowne thy Tow'rs with BayesB
'Tis not thy Wall me to thee wedsB
Thy Ports nor thy proud PyramedsB
Nor thy Trophies of the BoreC
But that Shee which I adoreC
Which scarce Goodnesse selfe can payreC
First their breathing blest thy AyreC
IDEA in which Name I hideD
Her in my heart Deifi'dD
For what good Man's mind can seeB
Onely her IDEAS beB
She in whom the Vertues cameE
In Womans shape and tooke her NameE
She so farre past ImitationA
As but Nature our CreationA
Could not alter she had aymedD
More then Woman to haue framedD
She whose truely written StoryB
To thy poore Name shall adde more gloryB
Then if it should haue beene thy ChanceB
T' haue bred our Kings that Conquer'd FranceB
Had She beene borne the former AgeF
That house had beene a PilgrimageG
And reputed more DiuineA
Then Walsingham or BECKETS ShrineA
That Princesse to whom thou do'st oweH
Thy Freedome whose Cleere blushing snowH
The enuious Sunne saw when as sheB
Naked rode to make Thee freeB
Was but her Type as to foretellI
Thou should'st bring forth one should excellI
Her Bounty by whom thou should'st haueJ
More Honour then she Freedome gaueK
And that great Queene which but of lateD
Rul'd this Land in Peace and StateD
Had not beene but Heauen had sworneH
A Maide should raigne when she was borneH
Of thy Streets which thou hold'st bestD
And most frequent of the restD
Happy Mich Parke eu'ry yeereB
On the fourth of August thereB
Let thy Maides from FLORA'S bowersB
With their Choyce and daintiest flowersB
Decke Thee vp and from their storeB
With braue Garlands crowne that doreB
The old Man passing by that wayL
To his Sonne in time shall sayL
There was that Lady borne which longK
To after Ages shall be sungK
Who vnawares being passed byM
Back to that House shall cast his EyeM
Speaking my Verses as he goesB
And with a Sigh shut eu'ry CloseB
Deare Citie trauelling by theeB
When thy rising Spyres I seeB
Destined her place of BirthN
Yet me thinkes the very EarthN
Hallowed is so farre as IM
Can thee possibly descryB
Then thou dwelling in this placeB
Hearing some rude Hinde disgraceB
Thy Citie with some scuruy thingK
Which some Iester forth did bringK
Speake these Lines where thou do'st comeO
And strike the Slaue for euer dumbeO

Michael Drayton



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