A Nuptial Song Or Epithalamy On Sir Clipseby Crew And His Lady. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFE GGHCIJKKLL MMNCOOPPQQ RRSSTTUUVV WWXXMMGGYY ZA2JJB2B2C2C2D2D2 E2E2EEAAF2F2ZZ G2G2EENCDDH2H2 I2I2J2J2K2K2L2L2CC M2M2N2N2O2O2L2L2DD DDP2P2Q2Q2R2R2DD S2S2P2P2T2T2D2D2P2P2 U2V2W2X2QQY2Y2DD Z2Z2A3A3B3B3R2R2A3A3 A3A3A3A3A3A3FAA3A3 P2P2C3D3A3A3A3A3A3A3

What's that we see from far the spring of dayA
Bloom'd from the east or fair enjewell'd MayA
Blown out of April or some newB
Star filled with glory to our viewB
Reaching at heavenC
To add a nobler planet to the sevenC
Say or do we not descryD
Some goddess in a cloud of tiffanyE
To move or rather theF
Emergent Venus from the seaE
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'Tis she 'tis she or else some more divineG
Enlightened substance mark how from the shrineG
Of holy saints she paces onH
Treading upon vermilionC
And amber spicI
ing the chaft air with fumes of ParadiseJ
Then come on come on and yieldK
A savour like unto a blessed fieldK
When the bedabbled mornL
Washes the golden ears of cornL
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See where she comes and smell how all the streetM
Breathes vineyards and pomegranates O how sweetM
As a fir'd altar is each stoneN
Perspiring pounded cinnamonC
The ph oe nix' nestO
Built up of odours burneth in her breastO
Who therein would not consumeP
His soul to ash heaps in that rich perfumeP
Bestroking fate the whileQ
He burns to embers on the pileQ
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Hymen O Hymen tread the sacred groundR
Show thy white feet and head with marjoram crown'dR
Mount up thy flames and let thy torchS
Display the bridegroom in the porchS
In his desiresT
More towering more disparkling than thy firesT
Show her how his eyes do turnU
And roll about and in their motions burnU
Their balls to cinders hasteV
Or else to ashes he will wasteV
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Glide by the banks of virgins then and passW
The showers of roses lucky four leav'd grassW
The while the cloud of younglings singX
And drown ye with a flowery springX
While some repeatM
Your praise and bless you sprinkling you with wheatM
While that others do divineG
Bless'd is the bride on whom the sun doth shineG
And thousands gladly wishY
You multiply as doth a fishY
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And beauteous bride we do confess y'are wiseZ
In dealing forth these bashful jealousiesA2
In love's name do so and a priceJ
Set on yourself by being niceJ
But yet take heedB2
What now you seem be not the same indeedB2
And turn apostate love willC2
Part of the way be met or sit stone stillC2
On then and though you slowD2
ly go yet howsoever goD2
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And now y'are entered see the coddled cookE2
Runs from his torrid zone to pry and lookE2
And bless his dainty mistress seeE
The aged point out This is sheE
Who now must swayA
The house love shield her with her yea and nayA
And the smirk butler thinks itF2
Sin in's napery not to express his witF2
Each striving to deviseZ
Some gin wherewith to catch your eyesZ
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To bed to bed kind turtles now and writeG2
This the short'st day and this the longest nightG2
But yet too short for you 'tis weE
Who count this night as long as threeE
Lying aloneN
Telling the clock strike ten eleven twelve oneC
Quickly quickly then prepareD
And let the young men and the bride maids shareD
Your garters and their jointsH2
Encircle with the bridegroom's pointsH2
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By the bride's eyes and by the teeming lifeI2
Of her green hopes we charge ye that no strifeI2
Farther than gentleness tends gets placeJ2
Among ye striving for her laceJ2
O do not fallK2
Foul in these noble pastimes lest ye callK2
Discord in and so divideL2
The youthful bridegroom and the fragrant brideL2
Which love forfend but spokenC
Be't to your praise no peace was brokenC
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Strip her of springtime tender whimpering maidsM2
Now autumn's come when all these flowery aidsM2
Of her delays must end disposeN2
That lady smock that pansy and that roseN2
Neatly apartO2
But for prick madam and for gentle heartO2
And soft maidens' blush the brideL2
Makes holy these all others lay asideL2
Then strip her or unto herD
Let him come who dares undo herD
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And to enchant ye more see everywhereD
About the roof a siren in a sphereD
As we think singing to the dinP2
Of many a warbling cherubinP2
O mark ye howQ2
The soul of nature melts in numbers nowQ2
See a thousand Cupids flyR2
To light their tapers at the bride's bright eyeR2
To bed or her they'll tireD
Were she an element of fireD
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And to your more bewitching see the proudS2
Plump bed bear up and swelling like a cloudS2
Tempting the two too modest canP2
Ye see it brusle like a swanP2
And you be coldT2
To meet it when it woos and seems to foldT2
The arms to hug it Throw throwD2
Yourselves into the mighty overflowD2
Of that white pride and drownP2
The night with you in floods of downP2
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The bed is ready and the maze of loveU2
Looks for the treaders everywhere is woveV2
Wit and new mystery read andW2
Put in practice to understandX2
And know each wileQ
Each hieroglyphic of a kiss or smileQ
And do it to the full reachY2
High in your own conceit and some way teachY2
Nature and art one moreD
Play than they ever knew beforeD
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If needs we must for ceremony's sakeZ2
Bless a sack posset luck go with it takeZ2
The night charm quickly you have spellsA3
And magics for to end and hellsA3
To pass but suchB3
And of such torture as no one would grutchB3
To live therein for ever fryR2
And consume and grow again to dieR2
And live and in that caseA3
Love the confusion of the placeA3
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But since it must be done despatch and sewA3
Up in a sheet your bride and what if soA3
It be with rock or walls of brassA3
Ye tower her up as Danae wasA3
Think you that thisA3
Or hell itself a powerful bulwark isA3
I tell ye no but like aF
Bold bolt of thunder he will make his wayA
And rend the cloud and throwA3
The sheet about like flakes of snowA3
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All now is hushed in silence midwife moonP2
With all her owl eyed issue begs a boonP2
Which you must grant that's entrance withC3
Which extract all we can call pithD3
And quintessenceA3
Of planetary bodies so commenceA3
All fair constellationsA3
Looking upon ye that two nationsA3
Springing from two such firesA3
May blaze the virtue of their siresA3

Robert Herrick



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