Whom The Gods Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ACAC BBBB DCDC DEDE DBDB BBBB CCCC BCBC| Whom the gods love die young Ah do not doubt of it | A |
| Laura did well to die Our loss was a gain for her | B |
| Ours who so loved her laughter ours who at thought of it | A |
| Shrink from a wound yet tender wailing in vain for her | B |
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| Full was her life a well spring brimmed to the brink of it | A |
| Giving of its abundance alms to humanity | C |
| We with our life's cup empty paused there to drink of it | A |
| Rose with our souls ennobled purged of their vanity | C |
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| Which of us all but loved her knelt to her prayed to her | B |
| She was our queen our Soul saint first in our Calendar | B |
| Laura '' our lips breathed Laura '' vowing our aid to her | B |
| Each as her fame's proclaimer champion and challenger | B |
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| Which but might deem she loved him Which when she smiled on him | D |
| Nursed not for his consoling dreams of felicity | C |
| Which in her eyes read no hope when like a child on him | D |
| Turned she those orbs appealing masked in simplicity | C |
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| Nay there was none went wounded even when No'' to him | D |
| Came as the last sad answer ending his argument | E |
| No '' 'Twas hope's affirmation boding no woe to him | D |
| Rather a sweet postponing framed for encouragement | E |
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| Why should he weep He wept not Dear was her way with him | D |
| Had she not given of all things more than he gave to her | B |
| Had not her lips poured plenty wise words and gay with him | D |
| Why should his farewell falter fool hands not wave to her | B |
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| I too with these essayed love I too my joy with her | B |
| Sought in her wild girl's garden idly a censurer | B |
| Learned what the rest had learned there deemed like a boy with her | B |
| I too that Laura loved me kneeled my heart's venturer | B |
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| Wooed her and went forth weeping yet with her name for me | C |
| Stored as a sweet remembrance deep in the heart of me | C |
| Grieving my day departed still as high fame for me | C |
| Chaunting it each sad evening proud as a part of me | C |
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| Whom the gods love Ay truly Why should we mourn for her | B |
| Dowered with all youth for portion spared our infirmity | C |
| Nay 'twere for her to pity us the forlorn for her | B |
| Laughing her gay girl's laughter glad through Eternity | C |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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