Flower Of Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAA ACAC DAEA FGHI AJHJ DKDK AGAG LMAM NAOA PQAQ RADA AASA TAUA AUVU PWTWSweet I blame you not for mine the fault | A |
was had I not been made of common clay | B |
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed | A |
yet seen the fuller air the larger day | A |
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From the wildness of my wasted passion I had | A |
struck a better clearer song | C |
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom battled | A |
with some Hydra headed wrong | C |
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Had my lips been smitten into music by the | D |
kisses that but made them bleed | A |
You had walked with Bice and the angels on | E |
that verdant and enamelled mead | A |
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I had trod the road which Dante treading saw | F |
the suns of seven circles shine | G |
Ay perchance had seen the heavens opening | H |
as they opened to the Florentine | I |
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And the mighty nations would have crowned | A |
me who am crownless now and without name | J |
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling | H |
on the threshold of the House of Fame | J |
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I had sat within that marble circle where the | D |
oldest bard is as the young | K |
And the pipe is ever dropping honey and the | D |
lyre's strings are ever strung | K |
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Keats had lifted up his hymeneal curls from out | A |
the poppy seeded wine | G |
With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead | A |
clasped the hand of noble love in mine | G |
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And at springtide when the apple blossoms | L |
brush the burnished bosom of the dove | M |
Two young lovers lying in an orchard would | A |
have read the story of our love | M |
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Would have read the legend of my passion | N |
known the bitter secret of my heart | A |
Kissed as we have kissed but never parted as | O |
we two are fated now to part | A |
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For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by | P |
the cankerworm of truth | Q |
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered | A |
petals of the rose of youth | Q |
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Yet I am not sorry that I loved you ah | R |
what else had I a boy to do | A |
For the hungry teeth of time devour and the | D |
silent footed years pursue | A |
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Rudderless we drift athwart a tempest and | A |
when once the storm of youth is past | A |
Without lyre without lute or chorus Death | S |
the silent pilot comes at last | A |
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And within the grave there is no pleasure | T |
for the blindworm battens on the root | A |
And Desire shudders into ashes and the tree | U |
of Passion bears no fruit | A |
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Ah what else had I to do but love you | A |
God's own mother was less dear to me | U |
And less dear the Cytheraean rising like an | V |
argent lily from the sea | U |
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I have made my choice have lived my | P |
poems and though youth is gone in wasted days | W |
I have found the lover's crown of myrtle better | T |
than the poet's crown of bays | W |
Oscar Fingal O'flahertie Wills Wilde
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