Thalia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDD FCFC GHGH IJIJ KHKH LHLH LLLL MDMD JLJL NHNH LNLN| A MIDDLE AGED LYRICAL POET IS SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING FINAL LEAVE OF THE MUSE OF COMEDY SHE HAS BROUGHT HIM HIS HAT AND GLOVES AND IS ABSTRACTEDLY PICKING A THREAD OF GOLD HAIR FROM HIS COAT SLEEVE AS HE BEGINS TO SPEAK | A |
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| I say it under the rose | B |
| oh thanks yes under the laurel | C |
| We part lovers not foes | B |
| we are not going to quarrel | C |
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| We have too long been friends | D |
| on foot and in guilded coaches | E |
| Now that the whole thing ends | D |
| to spoil our kiss with reproaches | D |
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| I leave you my soul is wrung | F |
| I pause look back from the portal | C |
| Ah I no more am young | F |
| and you child are immortal | C |
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| Mine is the glacier's way | G |
| yours is the blossom's weather | H |
| When were December and May | G |
| known to be happy together | H |
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| Before my kisses grow tame | I |
| before my moodiness grieve you | J |
| While yet my heart is flame | I |
| and I all lover I leave you | J |
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| So in the coming time | K |
| when you count the rich years over | H |
| Think of me in my prime | K |
| and not as a white haired lover | H |
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| Fretful pierced with regret | L |
| the wraith of dead Desire | H |
| Thrumming a cracked spinnet | L |
| by a slowly dying fire | H |
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| When at last I am cold | L |
| years hence if the gods so will it | L |
| Say He was true as gold | L |
| and wear a rose in your fillet | L |
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| Others tender as I | M |
| will come and sue for carresses | D |
| Woo you win you and die | M |
| mind you a rose in your tresses | D |
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| Some Melpomene woo | J |
| some hold Clio nearest | L |
| You sweet Comedy you | J |
| were ever sweetest and dearest | L |
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| Nay it is time to go | N |
| when writing your tragic sister | H |
| Say to that child of woe | N |
| how sorry I was I missed her | H |
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| Really I cannot stay | L |
| though parting is such sweet sorrow | N |
| Perhaps I will on my way | L |
| down town look in to morrow | N |
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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