The Dirge Of Jephthah's Daughter:sung By The Virgins Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EEFFGH IJKKLM NOLLPP QQRRST UUUUIJ VVWWXX VVYYDD ZZVVXX OOA2B2C2C2 VVVVD2E2 F2F2F2F2XX VVG2H2H2H2

O thou the wonder of all daysA
O paragon and pearl of praiseA
O Virgin martyr ever blestB
Above the restB
Of all the maiden train We comeC
And bring fresh strewings to thy tombD
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Thus thus and thus we compass roundE
Thy harmless and unhaunted groundE
And as we sing thy dirge we willF
The daffadilF
And other flowers lay uponG
The altar of our love thy stoneH
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Thou wonder of all maids liest hereI
Of daughters all the dearest dearJ
The eye of virgins nay the queenK
Of this smooth greenK
And all sweet meads from whence we getL
The primrose and the violetM
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Too soon too dear did Jephthah buyN
By thy sad loss our libertyO
His was the bond and cov'nant yetL
Thou paid'st the debtL
Lamented Maid he won the dayP
But for the conquest thou didst payP
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Thy father brought with him alongQ
The olive branch and victor's songQ
He slew the Ammonites we knowR
But to thy woeR
And in the purchase of our peaceS
The cure was worse than the diseaseT
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For which obedient zeal of thineU
We offer here before thy shrineU
Our sighs for storax tears for wineU
And to make fineU
And fresh thy hearse cloth we will hereI
Four times bestrew thee every yearJ
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Receive for this thy praise our tearsV
Receive this offering of our hairsV
Receive these crystal vials fill'dW
With tears distill'dW
From teeming eyes to these we bringX
Each maid her silver filletingX
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To gild thy tomb besides these caulsV
These laces ribbons and these fallsV
These veils wherewith we use to hideY
The bashful brideY
When we conduct her to her groomD
All all we lay upon thy tombD
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No more no more since thou art deadZ
Shall we e'er bring coy brides to bedZ
No more at yearly festivalsV
We cowslip ballsV
Or chains of columbines shall makeX
For this or that occasion's sakeX
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No no our maiden pleasures beO
Wrapt in the winding sheet with theeO
'Tis we are dead though not i' th' graveA2
Or if we haveB2
One seed of life left 'tis to keepC2
A Lent for thee to fast and weepC2
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Sleep in thy peace thy bed of spiceV
And make this place all paradiseV
May sweets grow here and smoke from henceV
Fat frankincenseV
Let balm and cassia send their scentD2
From out thy maiden monumentE2
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May no wolf howl or screech owl stirF2
A wing about thy sepulchreF2
No boisterous winds or storms come hitherF2
To starve or witherF2
Thy soft sweet earth but like a springX
Love keep it ever flourishingX
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May all shy maids at wonted hoursV
Come forth to strew thy tomb with flowersV
May virgins when they come to mournG2
Male incense burnH2
Upon thine altar then returnH2
And leave thee sleeping in thy urnH2

Robert Herrick



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