The Riddlers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDABEEEFFGGHHIIJJK LLK MNOPPOQRR SSPPEE TTUPPUVVWTTWMMM| Thou solitary the Blackbird cried | A |
| I from the happy Wren | B |
| Linnet and Blackcap Woodlark Thrush | C |
| Perched all upon a sweetbrier bush | D |
| Have come at cold of midnight tide | A |
| To ask thee Why and when | B |
| Grief smote thy heart so thou dost sing | E |
| In solemn hush of evening | E |
| So sorrowfully lovelorn Thing | E |
| Nay nay not sing but rave but wail | F |
| Most melancholic Nightingale | F |
| Do not the dews of darkness steep | G |
| All pinings of the day in sleep | G |
| Why then when rocked in starry nest | H |
| We mutely couch secure at rest | H |
| Doth thy lone heart delight to make | I |
| Music for sorrow's sake | I |
| A Moon was there So still her beam | J |
| It seemed the whole world lay in dream | J |
| Lulled by the watery sea | K |
| And from her leafy night hung nook | L |
| Upon this stranger soft did look | L |
| The Nightingale sighed he | K |
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| 'Tis strange my friend the Kingfisher | M |
| But yestermorn conjured me here | N |
| Out of his green and gold to say | O |
| Why thou in splendour of the noon | P |
| Wearest of colour but golden shoon | P |
| And else dost thee array | O |
| In a most sombre suit of black | Q |
| 'Surely ' he sighed 'some load of grief | R |
| Past all our thinking and belief | R |
| Must weigh upon his back ' | - |
| Do then in turn tell me If joy | S |
| Thy heart as well as voice employ | S |
| Why dost thou now most Sable shine | P |
| In plumage woefuller far than mine | P |
| Thy silence is a sadder thing | E |
| Than any dirge I sing | E |
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| Thus then these two small birds perched there | T |
| Breathed a strange riddle both did share | T |
| Yet neither could expound | U |
| And we who sing but as we can | P |
| In the small knowledge of a man | P |
| Have we an answer found | U |
| Nay some are happy whose delight | V |
| Is hid even from themselves from sight | V |
| And some win peace who spend | W |
| The skill of words to sweeten despair | T |
| Of finding consolation where | T |
| Life has but one dark end | W |
| Who in rapt solitude tell o'er | M |
| A tale as lovely as forlore | M |
| Into the midnight air | M |
Walter De La Mare
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