To Miss Jessie Lewars Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFBG BBHB BIJI KLMLNOBO PQJQRDQD STUTJBHB BVBWXYOY ZA2ZA2IB2C2B2 D2ZZZDBHB| The sun lies clasped in amber cloud | A |
| Half hidden in the sea | B |
| And o'er the sands the flowing tide | C |
| Comes racing merrilee | D |
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| The hawthorn hedge is white with bloom | E |
| The wind is soft and lown | F |
| And sad and still you watch by me | B |
| Your hand clasped in my own | G |
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| Oh let the curtain bide Jessie | B |
| And lift my head a wee | B |
| And let the bonnie setting sun | H |
| Glint in on you and me | B |
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| The world seems fair and bright Jessie | B |
| Near loving hearts like you | I |
| But poonith's blast sifts simmer love | J |
| And makes leal friendships few | I |
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| How aften in the dreary night | K |
| I clasp my burning hands | L |
| Upon those throbbing sleepless lids | M |
| O'er eyes like glowing brands | L |
| And ponder in my weary brain | N |
| If haply when I'm dead | O |
| My old boon friends for love of me | B |
| Will give my bairnies bread | O |
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| Oh did the poor not help the poor | P |
| Each in their simple way | Q |
| With humble gift and kindly love | J |
| God pity them I say | Q |
| For many a man who clasped my hand | R |
| With friendship o'er the bowl | D |
| When the wine halo had passed away | Q |
| Proved but a niggard soul | D |
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| Oh blessed hope 'midst our distress | S |
| There is a promise made | T |
| That in the day the rough wind blows | U |
| The east wind shall be stayed | T |
| A few short years and those I love | J |
| Will come again to me | B |
| In that bright land withoout a sun | H |
| That land without a sea | B |
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| Oh wilt thou gang o'nights Jessie | B |
| To my forsaken hearth | V |
| And be as thou has been to me | B |
| The truest friend on earth | W |
| So sweetly in your linnet voice | X |
| You'll sing my weans to rest | Y |
| While Jessie leans her weary head | O |
| Upon thy loving breast | Y |
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| Oh what is fame Its wealth of lays | Z |
| Cools not the fevered brow | A2 |
| Wilt tell his name in future days | Z |
| Who whistled at the plough | A2 |
| And wrote a simple song or two | I |
| For happier hearts to sing | B2 |
| Among the shining sheaves of corn | C2 |
| Or round the household ring | B2 |
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| Yet would I praise the bubble fame | D2 |
| If but my artless lays | Z |
| Brought thy true worth and lovingness | Z |
| For future time to praise | Z |
| True friend I bless the poet skill | D |
| Which won a friend like thee | B |
| Whose love 'twixt hopes of home and heaven | H |
| Is with me constantly | B |
Robert Burns
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