A Pastoral Upon The Birth Of Prince Charles: Presented To The King Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABACCDDAAEFEAAGGH IIJKLLMAMMNOPPQQRRRM MMSSSTTSSSAA| AMIN Good day Mirtillo MIRT And to you no less | A |
| And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess | A |
| AMAR With all white luck to you MIRT But say | A |
| What news | A |
| Stirs in our sheep walk AMIN None save that my | B |
| ewes | A |
| My wethers lambs and wanton kids are well | C |
| Smooth fair and fat none better I can tell | C |
| Or that this day Menalchas keeps a feast | D |
| For his sheep shearers MIRT True these are the least | D |
| But dear Amintas and sweet Amarillis | A |
| Rest but a while here by this bank of lilies | A |
| And lend a gentle ear to one report | E |
| The country has AMIN From whence AMAR From | F |
| whence MIRT The Court | E |
| Three days before the shutting in of May | A |
| With whitest wool be ever crown'd that day | A |
| To all our joy a sweet faced child was born | G |
| More tender than the childhood of the morn | G |
| CHORUS Pan pipe to him and bleats of lambs and | H |
| sheep | I |
| Let lullaby the pretty prince asleep | I |
| MIRT And that his birth should be more singular | J |
| At noon of day was seen a silver star | K |
| Bright as the wise men's torch which guided them | L |
| To God's sweet babe when born at Bethlehem | L |
| While golden angels some have told to me | M |
| Sung out his birth with heav'nly minstrelsy | A |
| AMIN O rare But is't a trespass if we three | M |
| Should wend along his baby ship to see | M |
| MIRT Not so not so CHOR But if it chance to prove | N |
| At most a fault 'tis but a fault of love | O |
| AMAR But dear Mirtillo I have heard it told | P |
| Those learned men brought incense myrrh and gold | P |
| From countries far with store of spices sweet | Q |
| And laid them down for offerings at his feet | Q |
| MIRT 'Tis true indeed and each of us will bring | R |
| Unto our smiling and our blooming King | R |
| A neat though not so great an offering | R |
| AMAR A garland for my gift shall be | M |
| Of flowers ne'er suck'd by th' thieving bee | M |
| And all most sweet yet all less sweet than he | M |
| AMIN And I will bear along with you | S |
| Leaves dropping down the honied dew | S |
| With oaten pipes as sweet as new | S |
| MIRT And I a sheep hook will bestow | T |
| To have his little King ship know | T |
| As he is Prince he's Shepherd too | S |
| CHOR Come let's away and quickly let's be drest | S |
| And quickly give the swiftest grace is best | S |
| And when before him we have laid our treasures | A |
| We'll bless the babe then back to country pleasures | A |
Robert Herrick
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