The Broken Pitcher Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ GBGB

Accursed be the hour of that sad dayA
The careless potter put his hand to theeB
And dared to fashion out of common clayA
So pure a shape as thou didst seem to meB
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An idle boy when vintage was begunC
I passed and saw thy beauty for my sinD
And poured unheedingly till it was doneC
The red wine of my love's first gathering inD
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And thou ah thou didst look at me and smileE
To see me give with such ungrudging handF
As taking all to thy dear heart the whileE
It only fell upon the thirsty sandF
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Sad pitcher thou wast broken at the wellG
Ere yet the shepherd's lip had tasted thineH
A god had lost in thee his hydromelG
As I have wasted my poor wealth of wineH
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Yet wherefore wast thou made so fair a thingI
Or why of clay whose fabric rightly wereJ
Of finest gold new fashioned for a kingI
And framed by some divine artificerJ
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I will not curse thee thou poor shape of clayG
That thou art other than thou seemed to beB
Yet I will break thee that no passer mayG
Unthinking break another heart on theeB

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt



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