The Naiads' Music: From A Faun's Holiday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCAA DDEEFFAA FGHHIIJJKKGGAA LLFFEEFFAA EEFFMMFFNNGGAACome ye sorrowful and steep | A |
Your tired brows in a nectarous sleep | A |
For our kisses lightlier run | B |
Than the traceries of the sun | B |
By the lolling water cast | C |
Up grey precipices vast | C |
Lifting smooth and waem and steep | A |
Out of the palely shimmering deep | A |
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Come ye sorrowul and take | D |
Kisses that are but half awake | D |
For here are eyes O softer far | E |
Than the blossom of the star | E |
Upon the mothy twilit waters | F |
And here are mouths whose gentle laughters | F |
Are but the echoes of the deep | A |
Laughing and murmuring in its sleep | A |
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Come ye sorrowful and see | F |
The raindrops flaming goldenly | G |
On the stream's eddies overhead | H |
And dragonflies with drops of red | H |
In the crisp surface of each wing | I |
Threading slant rains that flash and sing | I |
Or under the water lily's cup | J |
From darkling depths roll slowly up | J |
The bronze flanks of ancient bream | K |
Into the hot sun's shattered beam | K |
Or over a sunk tree's bubbled bole | G |
The perch stream in a golden shoal | G |
Come ye sorrowful our deep | A |
Holds dreams lovelier than sleep | A |
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But if ye sons of Sorrow come | L |
Only wishing to be numb | L |
Our eyes are sad as bluebell posies | F |
Our breasts are soft as silken roses | F |
And our hands are tenderer | E |
Than he breaths that scarce can stir | E |
The sunlit eglantine that is | F |
Murmurous with hidden bees | F |
Come ye sorrowful and steep | A |
Your tired brows in a nectarous sleep | A |
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Come ye sorrowful for here | E |
No voices sound but fond and clear | E |
Of mouths as lorn as is the rose | F |
That under water doth disclose | F |
Amid her crimson petals torn | M |
A heart as golden as the morn | M |
And here are tresses langourous | F |
As the weeds wander over us | F |
And brows as holy and as bland | N |
As the honey coloured sand | N |
Lying sun entranced below | G |
The lazy water's limpid flow | G |
Come ye sorrowful and steep | A |
Your tired brows in a nectorous sleep | A |
Robert Nichols
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