The Guardian-angel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDDB EFGFDDE HAHAGGH B IJIJDDI B KLKLBBK B MNMNOOM B PQPQGRS B BTBTUUB

A PICTURE AT FANOA
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Dear and great Angel wouldst thou only leaveB
That child when thou hast done with him for meC
Let me sit all the day here that when eveB
Shall find performed thy special ministryC
And time come for departure thou suspendingD
Thy flight mayst see another child for tendingD
Another still to quiet and retrieveB
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II-
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Then I shall feel thee step one step no moreE
From where thou standest now to where I gazeF
And suddenly my head is covered o'erG
With those wings white above the child who praysF
Now on that tomb and I shall feel thee guardingD
Me out of all the world for me discardingD
Yon heaven thy home that waits and opes its doorE
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I would not look up thither past thy headH
Because the door opes like that child I knowA
For I should have thy gracious face insteadH
Thou bird of God And wilt thou bend me lowA
Like him and lay like his my hands togetherG
And lift them up to pray and gently tetherG
Me as thy lamb there with thy garment's spreadH
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IVB
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If this was ever granted I would restI
My bead beneath thine while thy healing handsJ
Close covered both my eyes beside thy breastI
Pressing the brain which too much thought expandsJ
Back to its proper size again and smoothingD
Distortion down till every nerve had soothingD
And all lay quiet happy and suppressedI
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VB
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How soon all worldly wrong would be repairedK
I think how I should view the earth and skiesL
And sea when once again my brow was baredK
After thy healing with such different eyesL
O world as God has made it All is beautyB
And knowing this is love and love is dutyB
What further may be sought for or declaredK
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VIB
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Guercino drew this angel I saw teachM
Alfred dear friend that little child to prayN
Holding the little hands up each to eachM
Pressed gently with his own head turned awayN
Over the earth where so much lay before himO
Of work to do though heaven was opening o'er himO
And he was left at Fano by the beachM
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VIIB
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We were at Fano and three times we wentP
To sit and see him in his chapel thereQ
And drink his beauty to our soul's contentP
My angel with me too and since I careQ
For dear Guercino's fame to which in powerG
And glory comes this picture for a dowerR
Fraught with a pathos so magnificentS
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VIIIB
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And since he did not work thus earnestlyB
At all times and has else endured some wrongT
I took one thought his picture struck from meB
And spread it out translating it to songT
My love is here Where are you dear old friendU
How rolls the Wairoa at your world's far endU
This is Ancona yonder is the seaB

Robert Browning



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