The Seven Times Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB ABDB ABEB AFGB ABHB ABIB ABJB ABKB ABLB ABMB ABNB| The dark was thick A boy he seemed at that time | A |
| Who trotted by me with uncertain air | B |
| I'll tell my tale he murmured for I fancy | C |
| A friend goes there | B |
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| Then thus he told I reached 'twas for the first time | A |
| A dwelling Life was clogged in me with care | B |
| I thought not I should meet an eyesome maiden | D |
| But found one there | B |
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| I entered on the precincts for the second time | A |
| 'Twas an adventure fit and fresh and fair | B |
| I slackened in my footsteps at the porchway | E |
| And found her there | B |
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| I rose and travelled thither for the third time | A |
| The hope hues growing gayer and yet gayer | F |
| As I hastened round the boscage of the outskirts | G |
| And found her there | B |
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| I journeyed to the place again the fourth time | A |
| The best and rarest visit of the rare | B |
| As it seemed to me engrossed about these goings | H |
| And found her there | B |
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| When I bent me to my pilgrimage the fifth time | A |
| Soft thinking as I journeyed I would dare | B |
| A certain word at token of good auspice | I |
| I found her there | B |
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| That landscape did I traverse for the sixth time | A |
| And dreamed on what we purposed to prepare | B |
| I reached a tryst before my journey's end came | J |
| And found her there | B |
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| I went again long after aye the seventh time | A |
| The look of things was sinister and bare | B |
| As I caught no customed signal heard no voice call | K |
| Nor found her there | B |
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| And now I gad the globe day night and any time | A |
| To light upon her hiding unaware | B |
| And maybe I shall nigh me to some nymph niche | L |
| And find her there | B |
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| But how said I has your so little lifetime | A |
| Given roomage for such loving loss despair | B |
| A boy so young Forthwith I turned my lantern | M |
| Upon him there | B |
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| His head was white His small form fine aforetime | A |
| Was shrunken with old age and battering wear | B |
| An eighty years long plodder saw I pacing | N |
| Beside me there | B |
Thomas Hardy
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