Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCD CEFGEHGF IJIJIK LKMLNIIOP QRSTSRSS UIICBICSBBOh Ladye fair oh Ladye fair and mine | A |
Where'er thou be | B |
Canst thou divine | A |
The Love that hungers thus in me | B |
The secret cell where lone I lie and sigh for thee | B |
Long long I wait but shall I wait in vain | C |
How long the Summer waited for the Rose | D |
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Ah say oh say I shall not wait in vain | C |
How long ah fairest must I keep | E |
The vigil of unsleeping eyes | F |
Summer's sighs avail | G |
Summer that sang himself to sleep | E |
Summer that piping in a grove all day | H |
Played out his lovelorn soul upon the nightingale | G |
Oh songs more blest than mine ah happier sighs | F |
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For at rich midnight all the bells | I |
Of all the valley lilies rang a tune | J |
Like moonlight up and down the dells | I |
And June | J |
As a naked maiden thro' the shades | I |
Slipt thro' the woods and took her throne | K |
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By this the east is red and white | L |
The queen of months is seen and known | K |
Like flocks of doves that soar and fall | M |
Like butterflies that hover and alight | L |
Like tears of ecstasy when tear on tear | N |
From both wild eyes rains thro' the wreath d hands | I |
The blush of morning drops upon the lands | I |
The Rose the Rose is here | O |
And rapture rapture crowns the passion of the year | P |
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Hark hark | Q |
Something stirs the arching green | R |
Thro' the verdurous aisles the doves are cooing | S |
And the birds of smaller quire | T |
As fairies that do run and sing | S |
Before the bridal of their queen | R |
Flittering and fondly twittering | S |
Lead thro' the languid air the sick delight of wooing | S |
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Sure thro' the distance dim I see the morn again | U |
Leaves that meet and part the hues of dawn disclose | I |
Has she heard my woes | I |
Has she pitied all my pain | C |
'Tis she 'tis she | B |
As Summer waited for the Rose | I |
I shall not wait in vain | C |
As June soft slipping warms the purple Dark | S |
So thou slippest thro' the shades to me | B |
So throbs my throbbing heart its thickening throbs to thee | B |
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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