Mr. Robert Herrick: His Farewell Unto Poetry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I have beheld two lovers in a nightA
Hatched o'er with moonshine from their stolen delightA
When this to that and that to this had givenB
A kiss to such a jewel of the heavenB
Or while that each from other's breath did drinkC
Health to the rose the violet or pinkC
Call'd on the sudden by the jealous motherD
Some stricter mistress or suspicious otherD
Urging divorcement worse than death to theseE
By the soon jingling of some sleepy keysE
Part with a hasty kiss and in that showF
How stay they would yet forced they are to goF
Even such are we and in our parting doG
No otherwise than as those former twoG
Natures like ours we who have spent our timeH
Both from the morning to the evening chimeH
Nay till the bellman of the night had tolledI
Past noon of night yet wear the hours not oldI
Nor dulled with iron sleep but have outwornB
The fresh and fairest nourish of the mornB
With flame and rapture drinking to the oddJ
Number of nine which makes us full with GodJ
And in that mystic frenzy we have hurledK
As with a tempest nature through the worldK
And in a whirlwind twirl'd her home aghastL
At that which in her ecstasy had pastL
Thus crowned with rosebuds sack thou mad'st me flyM
Like fire drakes yet didst me no harm therebyM
O thou almighty nature who didst giveN
True heat wherewith humanity doth liveO
Beyond its stinted circle giving foodP
White fame and resurrection to the goodQ
Shoring them up 'bove ruin till the doomR
The general April of the world doth comeS
That makes all equal Many thousands shouldQ
Were't not for thee have crumbled into mouldI
And with their serecloths rotted not to showF
Whether the world such spirits had or noF
Whereas by thee those and a million sinceT
Nor fate nor envy can their fames convinceT
Homer Mus us Ovid Maro moreU
Of those godful prophets long beforeU
Held their eternal fires and ours of lateV
Thy mercy helping shall resist strong fateV
Nor stoop to the centre but survive as longW
As fame or rumour hath or trump or tongueX
But unto me be only hoarse since nowB
Heaven and my soul bear record of my vowB
I my desires screw from thee and directY
Them and my thoughts to that sublim'd respectY
And conscience unto priesthood 'tis not needZ
The scarecrow unto mankind that doth breedZ
Wiser conclusions in me since I knowF
I've more to bear my charge than way to goF
Or had I not I'd stop the spreading itchA2
Of craving more so in conceit be richA2
But 'tis the God of Nature who intendsB2
And shapes my function for more glorious endsB2
Kiss so depart yet stay a while to seeC2
The lines of sorrow that lie drawn in meC2
In speech in picture no otherwise than whenB
Judgment and death denounced 'gainst guilty menB
Each takes a weeping farewell racked in mindD2
With joys before and pleasures left behindD2
Shaking the head whilst each to each doth mournB
With thought they go whence they must ne'er returnB
So with like looks as once the ministrelM
Cast leading his Eurydice through hellM
I strike thy love and greedily pursueG
Thee with mine eyes or in or out of viewG
So looked the Grecian orator when sentE2
From's native country into banishmentF2
Throwing his eyeballs backward to surveyG2
The smoke of his beloved AtticaH2
So Tully looked when from the breasts of RomeI2
The sad soul went not with his love but doomR
Shooting his eyedarts 'gainst it to surpriseJ2
It or to draw the city to his eyesJ2
Such is my parting with thee and to proveK2
There was not varnish only in my loveL2
But substance lo receive this pearly tearM2
Frozen with grief and place it in thine earN2
Then part in name of peace and softly onB
With numerous feet to hoofy HeliconB
And when thou art upon that forked hillM
Amongst the thrice three sacred virgins fillM
A full brimm'd bowl of fury and of rageO2
And quaff it to the prophets of our ageO2
When drunk with rapture curse the blind and lameP2
Base ballad mongers who usurp thy nameP2
And foul thy altar charm some into frogsQ2
Some to be rats and others to be hogsQ2
Into the loathsom'st shapes thou canst deviseJ2
To make fools hate them only by disguiseJ2
Thus with a kiss of warmth and love I partR2
Not so but that some relic in my heartR2
Shall stand for ever though I do addressS2
Chiefly myself to what I must professS2
Know yet rare soul when my diviner museT2
Shall want a handmaid as she oft will useU2
Be ready thou for me to wait upon herD
Though as a servant yet a maid of honourD
The crown of duty is our duty wellM
Doing's the fruit of doing well FarewellM

Robert Herrick



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