My Last Will Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCAADD EEFFDDDDDDDDDDFFFF GGHHDD DDIIFFAAJK LLMMDDNOPP QQDDFFRRSSFF ONTTUUVVWW XXDDFFFF FFFFQQFFYYDDFF LL| When I am safely laid away | A |
| Out of work and out of play | A |
| Sheltered by the kindly ground | B |
| From the world of sight and sound | B |
| One or two of those I leave | C |
| Will remember me and grieve | C |
| Thinking how I made them gay | A |
| By the things I used to say | A |
| But the crown of their distress | D |
| Will be my untidiness | D |
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| What a nuisance then will be | E |
| All that shall remain of me | E |
| Shelves of books I never read | F |
| Piles of bills undocketed | F |
| Shaving brushes razors strops | D |
| Bottles that have lost their tops | D |
| Boxes full of odds and ends | D |
| Letters from departed friends | D |
| Faded ties and broken braces | D |
| Tucked away in secret places | D |
| Baggy trousers ragged coats | D |
| Stacks of ancient lecture notes | D |
| And that ghostliest of shows | D |
| Boots and shoes in horrid rows | D |
| Though they are of cheerful mind | F |
| My lovers whom I leave behind | F |
| When they find these in my stead | F |
| Will be sorry I am dead | F |
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| They will grieve but you my dear | G |
| Who have never tasted fear | G |
| Brave companion of my youth | H |
| Free as air and true as truth | H |
| Do not let these weary things | D |
| Rob you of your junketings | D |
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| Burn the papers sell the books | D |
| Clear out all the pestered nooks | D |
| Make a mighty funeral pyre | I |
| For the corpse of old desire | I |
| Till there shall remain of it | F |
| Naught but ashes in a pit | F |
| And when you have done away | A |
| All that is of yesterday | A |
| If you feel a thrill of pain | J |
| Master it and start again | K |
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| This at least you have never done | L |
| Since you first beheld the sun | L |
| If you came upon your own | M |
| Blind to light and deaf to tone | M |
| Basking in the great release | D |
| Of unconsciousness and peace | D |
| You would never while you live | N |
| Shatter what you cannot give | O |
| Faithful to the watch you keep | P |
| You would never break their sleep | P |
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| Clouds will sail and winds will blow | Q |
| As they did an age ago | Q |
| O'er us who lived in little towns | D |
| Underneath the Berkshire downs | D |
| When at heart you shall be sad | F |
| Pondering the joys we had | F |
| Listen and keep very still | R |
| If the lowing from the hill | R |
| Or the tolling of a bell | S |
| Do not serve to break the spell | S |
| Listen you may be allowed | F |
| To hear my laughter from a cloud | F |
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| Take the good that life can give | O |
| For the time you have to live | N |
| Friends of yours and friends of mine | T |
| Surely will not let you pine | T |
| Sons and daughters will not spare | U |
| More than friendly love and care | U |
| If the Fates are kind to you | V |
| Some will stay to see you through | V |
| And the time will not be long | W |
| Till the silence ends the song | W |
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| Sleep is God's own gift and man | X |
| Snatching all the joys he can | X |
| Would not dare to give his voice | D |
| To reverse his Maker's choice | D |
| Brief delight eternal quiet | F |
| How change these for endless riot | F |
| Broken by a single rest | F |
| Well you know that sleep is best | F |
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| We that have been heart to heart | F |
| Fall asleep and drift apart | F |
| Will that overwhelming tide | F |
| Reunite us or divide | F |
| Whence we come and whither go | Q |
| None can tell us but I know | Q |
| Passion's self is often marred | F |
| By a kind of self regard | F |
| And the torture of the cry | Y |
| You are you and I am I | Y |
| While we live the waking sense | D |
| Feeds upon our difference | D |
| In our passion and our pride | F |
| Not united but allied | F |
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| We are severed by the sun | L |
| And by darkness are made one | L |
Sir Walter Raleigh
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