Poet Thomas Moore

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And Doth Not A Meeting Like This Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHHH HIHIJKJK HLHLMNON HKHPQRQR

And doth not a meeting like this make amendsA
For all the long years I've been wandering awayB
To see thus around me my youth's early friendsA
As smiling and kind as in that happy dayB
Though haply o'er some of your brows as o'er mineC
The snow fall of time may be stealing what thenD
Like Alps in the sunset thus lighted by wineC
We'll wear the gay tinge of youth's roses againD
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What soften'd remembrances come o'er the heartE
In gazing on those we've been lost to so longF
The sorrows the joys of which once they were partE
Still round them like visions of yesterday throngF
As letters some hand hath invisibly tracedG
When held to the flame will steal out on the sightH
So many a feeling that long seem'd effacedH
The warmth of a meeting like this brings to the lightH
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And thus as in memory's bark we shall glideH
To visit the scenes of your boyhood anewI
Though oft we may see looking down on the tideH
The wreck of full many a hope shining throughI
Yet still as in fancy we point to the flowersJ
That once made a garden of all the gay shoreK
Deceived for a moment we'll think them still oursJ
And breathe the fresh air of life's morning once moreK
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So brief our existence a glimpse at the mostH
Is all we can have of the few we hold dearL
And oft even joy is unheeded and lostH
For want of some heart that could echo it nearL
Ah well may we hope when this short life is goneM
To meet in some world of more permanent blissN
For a smile or a grasp of the hand hastening onO
Is all we enjoy of each other in thisN
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But come the more rare such delights to the heartH
The more we should welcome and bless them the moreK
They're ours when we meet they are lost when we partH
Like birds that bring Summer and fly when 'tis o'erP
Thus circling the cup hand in hand ere we drinkQ
Let Sympathy pledge us through pleasure through painR
That fast as a feeling but touches one linkQ
Her magic shall send it direct through the chainR

Thomas Moore



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