The Last Blossom Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF CGCG HCHC CICI JKJK LELE MNMN OPOP CCCC QRQR| THOUGH young no more we still would dream | A |
| Of beauty's dear deluding wiles | B |
| The leagues of life to graybeards seem | A |
| Shorter than boyhood's lingering miles | B |
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| Who knows a woman's wild caprice | C |
| 'It played with Goethe's silvered hair | D |
| And many a Holy Father's 'niece' | C |
| Has softly smoothed the papal chair | D |
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| When sixty bids us sigh in vain | E |
| To melt the heart of sweet sixteen | F |
| We think upon those ladies twain | E |
| Who loved so well the tough old Dean | F |
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| We see the Patriarch's wintry face | C |
| The maid of Egypt's dusky glow | G |
| And dream that Youth and Age embrace | C |
| As April violets fill with snow | G |
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| Tranced in her lord's Olympian smile | H |
| His lotus loving Memphian lies | C |
| The musky daughter of the Nile | H |
| With plaited hair and almond eyes | C |
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| Might we but share one wild caress | C |
| Ere life's autumnal blossoms fall | I |
| And Earth's brown clinging lips impress | C |
| The long cold kiss that waits us all | I |
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| My bosom heaves remembering yet | J |
| The morning of that blissful day | K |
| When Rose the flower of spring I met | J |
| And gave my raptured soul away | K |
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| Flung from her eyes of purest blue | L |
| A lasso with its leaping chain | E |
| Light as a loop of larkspurs flew | L |
| O'er sense and spirit heart and brain | E |
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| Thou com'st to cheer my waning age | M |
| Sweet vision waited for so long | N |
| Dove that would seek the poet's cage | M |
| Lured by the magic breath of song | N |
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| She blushes Ah reluctant maid | O |
| Love's drapeau rouge the truth has told | P |
| O' er girlhood's yielding barricade | O |
| Floats the great Leveller's crimson fold | P |
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| Come to my arms love heeds not years | C |
| No frost the bud of passion knows | C |
| Ha what is this my frenzy hears | C |
| A voice behind me uttered Rose | C |
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| Sweet was her smile but not for me | Q |
| Alas when woman looks too kind | R |
| Just turn your foolish head and see | Q |
| Some youth is walking close behind | R |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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