The Weeper Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAAABB CACABB AAAADD EFGHBB IJIJKL BCBCAA AMALNN AOAOPP QCRCAA AAAASS TUVUAA WXWXNN

Hail sister springsA
Parents of silver footed rillsA
Ever bubbling thingsA
Thawing crystal snowy hillsA
Still spending never spent I meanB
Thy fair eyes sweet MagdaleneB
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Heavens thy fair eyes beC
Heavens of ever falling starsA
'Tis seed time still with theeC
And stars thou sow'st whose harvest daresA
Promise the earth to countershineB
Whatever makes Heaven's forehead fineB
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Every morn from henceA
A brisk cherub something sipsA
Whose soft influenceA
Adds sweetness to his sweetest lipsA
Then to his music and his songD
Tastes of this breakfast all day longD
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When some new bright guestE
Takes up among the stars a roomF
And Heaven will make a feastG
Angels with their bottles comeH
And draw from these full eyes of thineB
Their Master's water their own wineB
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The dew no more will weepI
The primrose's pale cheek to deckJ
The dew no more will sleepI
Nuzzled in the lily's neckJ
Much rather would it tremble hereK
And leave them both to be thy tearL
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When sorrow would be seenB
In her brightest majestyC
For she is a QueenB
Then is she drest by none but theeC
Then and only then she wearsA
Her richest pearls I mean thy tearsA
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Not in the evening's eyesA
When they red with weeping areM
For the Sun that diesA
Sits Sorrow with a face so fairL
Nowhere but here did ever meetN
Sweetness so sad sadness so sweetN
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Does the night ariseA
Still thy tears do fall and fallO
Does night lose her eyesA
Still the fountain weeps for allO
Let day and night do what they willP
Thou hast thy task thou weepest stillP
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Not So long she livedQ
Will thy tomb report of theeC
But So long she grievedR
Thus must we date thy memoryC
Others by days by months by yearsA
Measure their ages thou by tearsA
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Say ye bright brothersA
The fugitive sons of those fair eyesA
Your fruitful mothersA
What make you here What hopes can 'ticeA
You to be born What cause can borrowS
You from those nests of noble sorrowS
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Whither away so fastT
For sure the sordid earthU
Your sweetness cannot tasteV
Nor does the dust deserve your birthU
Sweet whither haste you then O sayA
Why you trip so fast awayA
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We go not to seekW
The darlings of Aurora's bedX
The rose's modest cheekW
Nor the violet's humble headX
No such thing we go to meetN
A worthier object our Lord's feetN

Richard Crashaw



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