Corydon's Farewell To His Pipe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEDFGHHIJKJLLJ MMNNOOPP QQRR SSTUTVUUWXXWYZYZ A2A2B2C2B2D2E2F2F2G2 G2E2E2H2H2SSI2I2J2S K2K2ZE2E2L2M2M2YE2YE 2| Yea it is best dear friends who have so oft | A |
| Fed full my ears with praises sweet and soft | B |
| Sweeter and softer than my song should win | C |
| Too sweet and soft I must not listen more | D |
| Lest its dear perilous honey make me mad | E |
| And once again an overweening lad | E |
| Presume against Apollo Nay no more | D |
| 'Tis not to pipes like mine sing stars at morn | F |
| Nor stars at night dance in their solemn dance | G |
| Nay stars why tell of stars the very thrush | H |
| Putteth my daintiest cunning to the blush | H |
| And boasteth him the hedgerow laureate | I |
| Yea dimmest daisies lost amid the grass | J |
| One might have deemed blessed us for looking at | K |
| Would rather choose yea so it is alas | J |
| The meanest bird that from its tiny throat | L |
| Droppeth the pearl of one monotonous note | L |
| Than any music I can bring to pass | J |
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| So let me go for while I linger here | M |
| Piping these dainty ditties for your ear | M |
| To win that dearer honey for my own | N |
| Daylong my Thestylis doth sit alone | N |
| Weeping mayhap because the gods have given | O |
| Song but not sheep the rarer gift of heaven | O |
| And little Phyllis solitary grows | P |
| And little Corydon unheeded goes | P |
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| Sheep are the shepherd's business let me go | Q |
| Piping his pastime when the sun is low | Q |
| But I alas the other order keep | R |
| Piping my business and forgot my sheep | R |
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| My song that once was as a little sweet | S |
| Savouring the daily bread we all must eat | S |
| Lo it has come to be my only food | T |
| And as a lover of the Indian weed | U |
| Steals to a self indulgent solitude | T |
| To draw the dreamy sweetness from its root | V |
| So from the strong blithe world of valorous deed | U |
| I steal away to suck this singing weed | U |
| And while the morning gathers up its strength | W |
| And while the noonday runneth on in might | X |
| Until the shadows and the evening light | X |
| Come and awake me with a fear at length | W |
| Prone in some hankering covert hid away | Y |
| Fain am I still my piping to prolong | Z |
| And for the largess of a bounteous day | Y |
| Dare pay my maker with a paltry song | Z |
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| Welcome the song that like a trumpet high | A2 |
| Lifts the tired head of battle with its cry | A2 |
| Welcome the song that from its morning heights | B2 |
| Cheers jaded markets with the health of fields | C2 |
| Brings down the stars to mock the city lights | B2 |
| Or up to heaven a shining ladder builds | D2 |
| But not to me belongeth such a grace | E2 |
| And were it mine 'tis not in amorous shade | F2 |
| To river music that such song is made | F2 |
| The song that moves the battle on awoke | G2 |
| To the stern rhythm of the swordsman's stroke | G2 |
| The song that fans the city's weary face | E2 |
| Sprang not afar from out some leafy place | E2 |
| But bubbled spring like in its dingiest lane | H2 |
| From out a heart that shared the city's pain | H2 |
| And he who brings the stars into the street | S |
| And builds that shining ladder for our feet | S |
| Dwells in no mystic Abora aloof | I2 |
| But shares the shelter of the common roof | I2 |
| He learns great metres from the thunderous hum | J2 |
| And all his songs pulse to the human beat | S |
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| But I am Corydon I am not he | K2 |
| Though I no more that Corydon shall be | K2 |
| To make a sugared comfit of my song | Z |
| So now I go go back to Thestylis | E2 |
| How her poor eyes will laugh again for this | E2 |
| Go back to Thestylis and no more roam | L2 |
| In melancholy meadows mad to sing | M2 |
| But teach our little home itself to sing | M2 |
| Yea Corydon now cast thy pipe away | Y |
| See how it floats upon the stream and see | E2 |
| There it has gone and now away away | Y |
| But O my pipe how sweet thou wert to me | E2 |
Richard Le Gallienne
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