Poet Robert Southey

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Metrical Letter, Written From London. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJCKLMNOCPQG RSTUVWXYZA2B2C2D2QE2 F2G2H2I2J2K2ATL2M2N2 IO2P2AGICQ2R2PS2E2TG C2T2CQTU2V2K2

Margaret my Cousin nay you must not smileA
I love the homely and familiar phraseB
And I will call thee Cousin MargaretC
However quaint amid the measured lineD
The good old term appears Oh it looks illE
When delicate tongues disclaim old terms of kinF
Sirring and Madaming as civillyG
As if the road between the heart and lipsH
Were such a weary and Laplandish wayI
That the poor travellers came to the red gatesJ
Half frozen Trust me Cousin MargaretC
For many a day my Memory has playedK
The creditor with me on your accountL
And made me shame to think that I should oweM
So long the debt of kindness But in truthN
Like Christian on his pilgrimage I bearO
So heavy a pack of business that albeitC
I toil on mainly in our twelve hours raceP
Time leaves me distanced Loath indeed were IQ
That for a moment you should lay to meG
Unkind neglect mine Margaret is a heartR
That smokes not yet methinks there should be someS
Who know how warm it beats I am not oneT
Who can play off my smiles and courtesiesU
To every Lady of her lap dog tiredV
Who wants a play thing I am no sworn friendW
Of half an hour as apt to leave as loveX
Mine are no mushroom feelings that spring upY
At once without a seed and take no rootZ
Wiseliest distrusted In a narrow sphereA2
The little circle of domestic lifeB2
I would be known and loved the world beyondC2
Is not for me But Margaret sure I thinkD2
That you should know me well for you and IQ
Grew up together and when we look backE2
Upon old times our recollections paintF2
The same familiar faces Did I wieldG2
The wand of Merlin's magic I would makeH2
Brave witchcraft We would have a faery shipI2
Aye a new Ark as in that other floodJ2
That cleansed the sons of Anak from the earthK2
The Sylphs should waft us to some goodly isleA
Like that where whilome old ApollidonT
Built up his blameless spell and I would bidL2
The Sea Nymphs pile around their coral bowersM2
That we might stand upon the beach and markN2
The far off breakers shower their silver sprayI
And hear the eternal roar whose pleasant soundO2
Told us that never mariner should reachP2
Our quiet coast In such a blessed isleA
We might renew the days of infancyG
And Life like a long childhood pass awayI
Without one care It may be MargaretC
That I shall yet be gathered to my friendsQ2
For I am not of those who live estrangedR2
Of choice till at the last they join their raceP
In the family vault If so if I should loseS2
Like my old friend the Pilgrim this huge packE2
So heavy on my shoulders I and mineT
Will end our pilgrimage most pleasantlyG
If not if I should never get beyondC2
This Vanity town there is another worldT2
Where friends will meet And often MargaretC
I gaze at night into the boundless skyQ
And think that I shall there be born againT
The exalted native of some better starU2
And like the rude American I hopeV2
To find in Heaven the things I loved on earthK2

Robert Southey



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