Birds In The Night [english] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBC DEDE FGHG ACICI JKJK LCLC AJMJM ACAC NLNL HOCOC EAEA JPJP EQIQI CRCR LJLS ALLLL HTHT CACA HUIUI CDCD CJCJI | A |
You were not over patient with me dear | B |
This want of patience one must rightly rate | C |
You are so young Youth ever was severe | B |
And variable and inconsiderate | C |
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You had not all the needful kindness no | D |
Nor should one be amazed unhappily | E |
You're very young cold sister mine and so | D |
'Tis natural you should unfeeling be | E |
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Behold me therefore ready to forgive | F |
Not gay of course but doing what I can | G |
To bear up bravely deeply though I grieve | H |
To be through you the most unhappy man | G |
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II | A |
But you will own that I was in the right | C |
When in my downcast moods I used to say | I |
That your sweet eyes my hope once and delight | C |
Were come to look like eyes that will betray | I |
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It was an evil lie you used to swear | J |
And your glance which was lying dear would flame | K |
Poor fire near out one stirs to make it flare | J |
And in your soft voice you would say Je t'aime | K |
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Alas that one should clutch at happiness | L |
In sense's season's everything's despite | C |
But 'twas an hour of gleeful bitterness | L |
When I became convinced that I was right | C |
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III | A |
And wherefore should I lay my heart wounds bare | J |
You love me not an end there lady mine | M |
And as I do not choose that one shall dare | J |
To pity I must suffer without sign | M |
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Yes suffer For I loved you well did I | A |
But like a loyal soldier will I stand | C |
Till hurt to death he staggers off to die | A |
Still filled with love for an ungrateful land | C |
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O you that were my Beauty and my Own | N |
Although from you derive all my mischance | L |
Are not you still my Home then you alone | N |
As young and mad and beautiful as France | L |
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IV | H |
Now I do not intend what were the gain | O |
To dwell with streaming eyes upon the past | C |
But yet my love which you may think lies slain | O |
Perhaps is only wide awake at last | C |
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My love perhaps which now is memory | E |
Although beneath your blows it cringe and cry | A |
And bleed to will and must as I foresee | E |
Still suffer long and much before it die | A |
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Judges you justly when it seems aware | J |
Of some not all banal compunction | P |
And of your memory in its despair | J |
Reproaching you Ah fi it was ill done | P |
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V | E |
I see you still I softly pushed the door | Q |
As one o'erwhelmed with weariness you lay | I |
But O light body love should soon restore | Q |
You bounded up tearful at once and gay | I |
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O what embraces kisses sweet and wild | C |
Myself from brimming eyes I laughed to you | R |
Those moments among all O lovely child | C |
Shall be my saddest but my sweetest too | R |
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I will remember your smile your caress | L |
Your eyes so kind that day exquisite snare | J |
Yourself in fine whom else I might not bless | L |
Only as they appeared not as they were | S |
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VI | A |
I see you still Dressed in a summer dress | L |
Yellow and white bestrewn with curtain flowers | L |
But you had lost the glistening laughingness | L |
Of our delirious former loving hours | L |
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The eldest daughter and the little wife | H |
Spoke plainly in your bearing's least detail | T |
Already 'twas alas our altered life | H |
That stared me from behind your dotted veil | T |
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Forgiven be And with no little pride | C |
I treasure up and you no doubt see why | A |
Remembrance of the lightning to one side | C |
That used to flash from your indignant eye | A |
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VII | H |
Some moments I'm the tempest driven bark | U |
That runs dismasted mid the hissing spray | I |
And seeing not Our Lady through the dark | U |
Makes ready to be drowned and kneels to pray | I |
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Some moments I'm the sinner at his end | C |
That knows his doom if he unshriven go | D |
And losing hope of any ghostly friend | C |
Sees Hell already gape and feels it glow | D |
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Oh but Some moments I've the spirit stout | C |
Of early Christians in the lion's care | J |
That smile to Jesus witnessing without | C |
A nerve's revolt the turning of a hair | J |
Paul Verlaine
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