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