To Mrs. Bl---- Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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WRITTEN IN HER ALBUMA
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They say that Love had once a bookB
The urchin likes to copy youC
Where all who came the pencil tookB
And wrote like us a line or twoC
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'Twas Innocence the maid divineD
Who kept this volume bright and fairE
And saw that no unhallowed lineD
Or thought profane should enter thereE
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And daily did the pages fillF
With fond device and loving loreG
And every leaf she turned was stillF
More bright than that she turned beforeG
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Beneath the touch of Hope how softH
How light the magic pencil ranI
Till Fear would come alas as oftJ
And trembling close what Hope beganI
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A tear or two had dropt from GriefK
And Jealousy would now and thenL
Ruffle in haste some snow white leafK
Which Love had still to smooth againL
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But ah there came a blooming boyM
Who often turned the pages o'erN
And wrote therein such words of joyM
That all who read them sighed for moreG
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And Pleasure was this spirit's nameO
And though so soft his voice and lookB
Yet Innocence whene'er he cameO
Would tremble for her spotless bookB
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For oft a Bacchant cup he boreG
With earth's sweet nectar sparkling brightP
And much she feared lest mantling o'erN
Some drops should on the pages lightP
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And so it chanced one luckless nightP
The urchin let that goblet fallQ
O'er the fair book so pure so whiteP
And sullied lines and marge and allQ
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In vain now touched with shame he triedR
To wash those fatal stains awayS
Deep deep had sunk the sullying tideR
The leaves grew darker everydayS
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And Fancy's sketches lost their hueC
And Hope's sweet lines were all effacedS
And Love himself now scarcely knewC
What Love himself so lately tracedS
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At length the urchin Pleasure fledS
For how alas could Pleasure stayS
And Love while many a tear he shedS
Reluctant flung the book awayS
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The index now alone remainsT
Of all the pages spoiled by PleasureN
And though it bears some earthly stainsT
Yet Memory counts the leaf a treasureN
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And oft they say she scans it o'erN
And oft by this memorial aidedS
Brings back the pages now no moreG
And thinks of lines that long have fadedS
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I know not if this tale be trueC
But thus the simple facts are statedS
And I refer their truth to youC
Since Love and you are near relatedS

Thomas Moore



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