A Summer In Tuscany Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCACB DEAFGF HIJIHK CLDLAL JMNMOM PQRS Q LTDTRT LUVUWU XYGYJY ZA2B2C2CC2 AD2D2E2F2E2 GG2CG2VG2 AH2CH2GH2 CI2ZI2J2I2 K2BCBNB| Do you remember Lucy | A |
| How in the days gone by | B |
| We spent a summer together | C |
| A summer in Tuscany | A |
| In the chestnut woods by the river | C |
| You and the rest and I | B |
| - | |
| Your house had the largest garden | D |
| But ours was next to the bridge | E |
| And we had a mulberry alley | A |
| Which sloped to the water's edge | F |
| You were always talking and laughing | G |
| On your side of the hedge | F |
| - | |
| How many sisters and brothers | H |
| Lucy then did you own | I |
| Harriet and Francis and Horace | J |
| And Phyllis a flower half blown | I |
| I liked you more than the others | H |
| For you had the longest gown | K |
| - | |
| What has become of the laughter | C |
| What of the mulberry trees | L |
| Is there no record in Heaven | D |
| No echo of days like these | L |
| Francis is married and happy | A |
| And Horace beyond the seas | L |
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| Phyllis was first to desert us | J |
| She had no soul for the Earth | M |
| But lingered a guest impatient | N |
| Alike of our sorrow and mirth | M |
| Death's step to her on the threshold | O |
| Seemed news of a glorious birth | M |
| - | |
| Harriet whose eyes were the brightest | P |
| The fullest of innocent guile | Q |
| Has hidden her joy and our sorrow | R |
| Under a Carmelite veil | S |
| They call her the mother abbess '' | - |
| She has hardly leisure to smile | Q |
| - | |
| Do you remember the ponies | L |
| We used to ride on the hill | T |
| Every knee of them broken | D |
| Every back like a quill | T |
| Cesare Capitano | R |
| Milor and Jack and Jill | T |
| - | |
| High o'er the plains and the valleys | L |
| Wherever our leader led | U |
| We two closest of allies | V |
| Were with him still in his tread | U |
| Sworn to be first on his footsteps | W |
| To serve him alive or dead | U |
| - | |
| Dead ah dead Who could think it | X |
| The laughter so strong on his lips | Y |
| Had seemed an elixir of living | G |
| Where now are his jibes and his quips | Y |
| The fair paradoxes he flung us | J |
| The fire of him Lost in eclipse | Y |
| - | |
| All are scattered and vanished | Z |
| Laughter and smiles and tears | A2 |
| Gone with the dust on the sandals | B2 |
| Which cling to the feet of the years | C2 |
| Time has no time to remember | C |
| And Fortune no face for our fears | C2 |
| - | |
| Do you remember Lucy | A |
| The day which too soon had come | D2 |
| The first sad day of the Autumn | D2 |
| The last of our summer home | E2 |
| The day of my journey to England | F2 |
| And yours to your convent at Rome | E2 |
| - | |
| We rose with the dawn that morning | G |
| The others were hardly awake | G2 |
| And took our walk by the river | C |
| Lucy did your heart ache | G2 |
| Or was it the chill of the sunrise | V |
| That made you shiver and shake | G2 |
| - | |
| Lucy the dog rose you gave me | A |
| Still lies in its secret place | H2 |
| Lucy the tears my fool's answer | C |
| Have left on my cheeks a trace | H2 |
| The kiss you gave me at parting | G |
| I yet can feel on my face | H2 |
| - | |
| These are the things I remember | C |
| These are the things that I grieve | I2 |
| The joys that are scattered and vanished | Z |
| The friends I am loath to leave | I2 |
| I grudge them to death and silence | J2 |
| And age which is death's reprieve | I2 |
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| Vanished forgotten and scattered | K2 |
| All but you Lucy and I | B |
| Who cling some moments together | C |
| Till Time shall have hurried us by | B |
| A moment and yet a moment | N |
| Till we too forget and die | B |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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