St. Martin's Summer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCADC DEFDEF EEAEEA GEAHEA IJKIJK JDLJML JENJEN JOPJOP EJOEJO EAQEAJ JEOJEO IORIOR AOEAOE EESEES EJAEJA ATUATU EJAEJA| No protesting dearest | A |
| Hardly kisses even | B |
| Don't we both know how it ends | C |
| How the greenest leaf turns serest | A |
| Bluest outbreak blankest heaven | D |
| Lovers friends | C |
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| You would build a mansion | D |
| I would weave a bower | E |
| Want the heart for enterprise | F |
| Walls admit of no expansion | D |
| Trellis work may haply flower | E |
| Twice the size | F |
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| What makes glad Life's Winter | E |
| New buds old blooms after | E |
| Sad the sighing How suspect | A |
| Reams would ere mid Autumn splinter | E |
| Rooftree scarce support a rafter | E |
| Walls lie wrecked | A |
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| You are young my princess | G |
| I am hardly older | E |
| Yet I steal a glance behind | A |
| Dare I tell you what convinces | H |
| Timid me that you if bolder | E |
| Bold are blind | A |
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| Where we plan our dwelling | I |
| Glooms a graveyard surely | J |
| Headstone footstone moss may drape | K |
| Name date violets hide from spelling | I |
| But though corpses rot obscurely | J |
| Ghosts escape | K |
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| Ghosts O breathing Beauty | J |
| Give my frank word pardon | D |
| What if I somehow somewhere | L |
| Pledged my soul to endless duty | J |
| Many a time and oft Be hard on | M |
| Love laid there | L |
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| Nay blame grief that's fickle | J |
| Time that proves a traitor | E |
| Chance change all that purpose warps | N |
| Death who spares to thrust the sickle | J |
| Laid Love low through flowers which later | E |
| Shroud the corpse | N |
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| And you my winsome lady | J |
| Whisper with like frankness | O |
| Lies nothing buried long ago | P |
| Are yon which shimmer 'mid the shady | J |
| Where moss and violet run to rankness | O |
| Tombs or no | P |
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| Who taxes you with murder | E |
| My hands are clean or nearly | J |
| Love being mortal needs must pass | O |
| Repentance Nothing were absurder | E |
| Enough we felt Love's loss severely | J |
| Though now alas | O |
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| Love's corpse lies quiet therefore | E |
| Only Love's ghost plays truant | A |
| And warns us have in wholesome awe | Q |
| Durable mansionry that's wherefore | E |
| I weave but trellis work pursuant | A |
| Life to law | J |
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| The solid not the fragile | J |
| Tempts rain and hail and thunder | E |
| If bower stand firm at Autumn's close | O |
| Beyond my hope why boughs were agile | J |
| If bower fall flat we scarce need wonder | E |
| Wreathing rose | O |
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| So truce to the protesting | I |
| So muffled be the kisses | O |
| For would we but avow the truth | R |
| Sober is genuine joy No jesting | I |
| Ask else Penelope Ulysses | O |
| Old in youth | R |
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| For why should ghosts feel angered | A |
| Let all their interference | O |
| Be faint march music in the air | E |
| Up Join the rear of us the vanguard | A |
| Up lovers dead to all appearance | O |
| Laggard pair | E |
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| The while you clasp me closer | E |
| The while I press you deeper | E |
| As safe we chuckle under breath | S |
| Yet all the slyer the jocoser | E |
| So life can boast its day like leap year | E |
| Stolen from death | S |
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| Ah me the sudden terror | E |
| Hence quick avaunt avoid me | J |
| You cheat the ghostly flesh disguised | A |
| Nay all the ghosts in one Strange error | E |
| So 'twas Death's self that clipped and toyed me | J |
| Loved and lied | A |
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| Ay dead loves are the potent | A |
| Like any cloud they used you | T |
| Mere semblance you but substance they | U |
| Build we no mansion weave we no tent | A |
| Mere flesh their spirit interfused you | T |
| Hence I say | U |
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| All theirs none yours the glamour | E |
| Theirs each low word that won me | J |
| Soft look that found me Love's and left | A |
| What else but you the tears and clamor | E |
| That's all your very own Undone me | J |
| Ghost bereft | A |
Robert Browning
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