A Valentine's Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD BEBFGHGH BBBBCDCD IJIJGHGH KBLBCDCD BMBMGHGH NONOCDCD BPBQMBMB

MOTLEY I count the only wearA
That suits in this mixed world the truly wiseB
Who boldly smile upon despairA
And shake their bells in Grandam Grundy's eyesB
Singers should sing with such a goodly cheerC
That the bare listening should make strong like wineD
At this unruly time of yearC
The Feast of ValentineD
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We do not now parade our oughtsB
And shoulds and motives and beliefs in GodE
Their life lies all indoors sad thoughtsB
Must keep the house while gay thoughts go abroadF
Within we hold the wake for hopes deceasedG
But in the public streets in wind or sunH
Keep open at the annual feastG
The puppet booth of funH
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Our powers perhaps are small to pleaseB
But even negro songs and castanettesB
Old jokes and hackneyed reparteesB
Are more than the parade of vain regretsB
Let Jacques stand Wert h ering by the wounded deerC
We shall make merry honest friends of mineD
At this unruly time of yearC
The Feast of ValentineD
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I know how day by weary dayI
Hope fades love fades a thousand pleasures fadeJ
I have not trudged in vain that wayI
On which life's daylight darkens shade by shadeJ
And still with hopes decreasing griefs increasedG
Still with what wit I have shall I for oneH
Keep open at the annual feastG
The puppet booth of funH
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I care not if the wit be poorK
The old worn motley stained with rain and tearsB
If but the courage still endureL
That filled and strengthened hope in earlier yearsB
If still with friends averted fate severeC
A glad untainted cheerfulness be mineD
To greet the unruly time of yearC
The Feast of ValentineD
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Priest I am none of thine and seeB
In the perspective of still hopeful youthM
That Truth shall triumph over theeB
Truth to one's self I know no other truthM
I see strange days for thee and thine O priestG
And how your doctrines fallen one by oneH
Shall furnish at the annual feastG
The puppet booth of funH
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Stand on your putrid ruins standN
White neck clothed bigot fixedly the sameO
Cruel with all things but the handN
Inquisitor in all things but the nameO
Back minister of Christ and source of fearC
We cherish freedom back with thee and thineD
From this unruly time of yearC
The Feast of ValentineD
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Blood thou mayest spare but what of tearsB
But what of riven households broken faithP
Bywords that cling through all men's yearsB
And drag them surely down to shame and deathQ
Stand back O cruel man O foe of youthM
And let such men as hearken not thy voiceB
Press freely up the road to truthM
The King's highway of choiceB

Robert Louis Stevenson



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