The Three Bushes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB CDEFGHI JKJL I MNJNJNI OPQRQ I SATKSSI NQUVA W KSKSASI XBSBNBI KYSYSZI KAA2AHAI CHB2HPHI

An incident from the 'Historia mei Temporis'A
of the Abbe Michel de BourdeilleB
-
Said lady once to loverC
'None can rely uponD
A love that lacks its proper foodE
And if your love were goneF
How could you sing those songs of loveG
I should be blamed young manH
O my dear O my dearI
-
Have no lit candles in your room '-
That lovely lady saidJ
'That I at midnight by the clockK
May creep into your bedJ
For if I saw myself creep inL
I think I should drop dead '-
O my dear O my dearI
-
'I love a man in secretM
Dear chambermaid ' said sheN
'I know that I must drop down deadJ
If he stop loving meN
Yet what could I but drop down deadJ
If I lost my chastityN
O my dear O my dearI
-
'So you must lie beside himO
And let him think me thereP
And maybe we are all the sameQ
Where no candles areR
And maybe we are all the sameQ
That stip the body bare '-
O my dear O my dearI
-
But no dogs barked and midnights chimedS
And through the chime she'd sayA
'That was a lucky thought of mineT
My lover looked so gay'K
But heaved a sigh if the chambermaidS
Looked half asleep all dayS
O my dear O my dearI
-
'No not another song ' siid heN
'Because my lady cameQ
A year ago for the first timeU
At midnight to my roomV
And I must lie between the sheetsA
When the clock begins to chime '-
O my dear O my d earW
-
'A laughing crying sacred songK
A leching song ' they saidS
Did ever men hear such a songK
No but that day they didS
Did ever man ride such a raceA
No not until he rodeS
O my dear O my dearI
-
But when his horse had put its hoofX
Into a rabbit holeB
He dropped upon his head and diedS
His lady saw it allB
And dropped and died thereon for sheN
Loved him with her soulB
O my dear O my dearI
-
The chambermaid lived long and tookK
Their graves into her chargeY
And there two bushes plantedS
That when they had grown largeY
Seemed sprung from but a single rootS
So did their roses mergeZ
O my dear O my dearI
-
When she was old and dyingK
The priest came where she wasA
She made a full confessionA2
Long looked he in her faceA
And O he was a good manH
And understood her caseA
O my dear O my dearI
-
He bade them take and bury herC
Beside her lady's manH
And set a rose tree on her graveB2
And now none living canH
When they have plucked a rose thereP
Know where its roots beganH
O my dear O my dearI

William Butler Yeats



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