A Pastoral Sung To The King: Montano, Silvio, And Mirtillo, Shepherds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHIJKLG GGEEMMEENNOOPPQEMMAA RRSMMMS| Mon Bad are the times Sil And worse than they are we | A |
| Mon Troth bad are both worse fruit and ill the tree | A |
| The feast of shepherds fail Sil None crowns the cup | B |
| Of wassail now or sets the quintell up | B |
| And he who us'd to lead the country round | C |
| Youthful Mirtillo here he comes grief drown'd | C |
| Ambo Let's cheer him up Sil Behold him weeping ripe | D |
| Mir Ah Amaryllis farewell mirth and pipe | D |
| Since thou art gone no more I mean to play | E |
| To these smooth lawns my mirthful roundelay | E |
| Dear Amaryllis Mon Hark Sil Mark Mir This earth grew sweet | F |
| Where Amaryllis thou didst set thy feet | F |
| Ambo Poor pitied youth Mir And here the breath of kine | G |
| And sheep grew more sweet by that breath of thine | G |
| This flock of wool and this rich lock of hair | H |
| This ball of cowslips these she gave me here | I |
| Sil Words sweet as love itself Montano hark | J |
| Mir This way she came and this way too she went | K |
| How each thing smells divinely redolent | L |
| Like to a field of beans when newly blown | G |
| Or like a meadow being lately mown | G |
| Mon A sweet sad passion | G |
| Mir In dewy mornings when she came this way | E |
| Sweet bents would bow to give my love the day | E |
| And when at night she folded had her sheep | M |
| Daisies would shut and closing sigh and weep | M |
| Besides ay me since she went hence to dwell | E |
| The voices' daughter ne'er spake syllable | E |
| But she is gone Sil Mirtillo tell us whither | N |
| Mir Where she and I shall never meet together | N |
| Mon Forfend it Pan and Pales do thou please | O |
| To give an end Mir To what Sil Such griefs as these | O |
| Mir Never O never Still I may endure | P |
| The wound I suffer never find a cure | P |
| Mon Love for thy sake will bring her to these hills | Q |
| And dales again Mir No I will languish still | E |
| And all the while my part shall be to weep | M |
| And with my sighs call home my bleating sheep | M |
| And in the rind of every comely tree | A |
| I'll carve thy name and in that name kiss thee | A |
| Mon Set with the sun thy woes Sil The day grows old | R |
| And time it is our full fed flocks to fold | R |
| Chor The shades grow great but greater grows our sorrow | S |
| But let's go steep | M |
| Our eyes in sleep | M |
| And meet to weep | M |
| To morrow | S |
Robert Herrick
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