The Buried Flower Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE AGHG HIJI KHLH LLAL LMLM HNLN HOHP HLHL CQRQ LSAS LTLT HECE LUCU ALLL VLCL LOLP HWHW LXEX LHLH GYGY AZGZ LOLP A2B2AB2 LLGL AEGE C2D2LN LLLL ME2GE2 LF2VF2 G2H2LH2 LI2LI2 CJ2LJ2 CK2LK2 LLHL HLHL LLHL HE2A2E2 CLHL L2LLL EIHB2 A2H2L2H2 LM2AM2 GLGL ALHL LLLL LBLB LZLZ GOLP ZHCHIn the silence of my chamber | A |
When the night is still and deep | B |
And the drowsy heave of ocean | C |
Mutters in its charmed sleep | B |
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Oft I hear the angel voices | D |
That have thrilled me long ago | E |
Voices of my lost companions | F |
Lying deep beneath the snow | E |
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O the garden I remember | A |
In the gay and sunny spring | G |
When our laughter made the thickets | H |
And the arching alleys ring | G |
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O the merry burst of gladness | H |
O the soft and tender tone | I |
O the whisper never uttered | J |
Save to one fond ear alone | I |
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O the light of life that sparkled | K |
In those bright and bounteous eyes | H |
O the blush of happy beauty | L |
Tell tale of the heart's surprise | H |
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O the radiant light that girdled | L |
Field and forest land and sea | L |
When we all were young together | A |
And the earth was new to me | L |
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Where are now the flowers we tended | L |
Withered broken branch and stem | M |
Where are now the hopes we cherished | L |
Scattered to the winds with them | M |
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For ye too were flowers ye dear ones | H |
Nursed in hope and reared in love | N |
Looking fondly ever upward | L |
To the clear blue heaven above | N |
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Smiling on the sun that cheered us | H |
Rising lightly from the rain | O |
Never folding up your freshness | H |
Save to give it forth again | P |
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Never shaken save by accents | H |
From a tongue that was not free | L |
As the modest blossom trembles | H |
At the wooing of the bee | L |
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O 'tis sad to lie and reckon | C |
All the days of faded youth | Q |
All the vows that we believed in | R |
All the words we spoke in truth | Q |
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Severed were it severed only | L |
By an idle thought of strife | S |
Such as time might knit together | A |
Not the broken chord of life | S |
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O my heart that once so truly | L |
Kept another's time and tune | T |
Heart that kindled in the spring tide | L |
Look around thee in the noon | T |
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Where are they who gave the impulse | H |
To thy earliest thought and flow | E |
Look around the ruined garden | C |
All are withered dropped or low | E |
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Seek the birth place of the lily | L |
Dearer to the boyish dream | U |
Than the golden cups of Eden | C |
Floating on its slumbrous stream | U |
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Never more shalt thou behold her | A |
She the noblest fairest best | L |
She that rose in fullest beauty | L |
Like a queen above the rest | L |
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Only still I keep her image | V |
As a thought that cannot die | L |
He who raised the shade of Helen | C |
Had no greater power than I | L |
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O I fling my spirit backward | L |
And I pass o'er years of pain | O |
All I loved is rising round me | L |
All the lost returns again | P |
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Blow for ever blow ye breezes | H |
Warmly as ye did before | W |
Bloom again ye happy gardens | H |
With the radiant tints of yore | W |
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Warble out in spray and thicket | L |
All ye choristers unseen | X |
Let the leafy woodland echo | E |
With an anthem to its queen | X |
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Lo she cometh in her beauty | L |
Stately with a Juno grace | H |
Raven locks Madonna braided | L |
O'er her sweet and blushing face | H |
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Eyes of deepest violet beaming | G |
With the love that knows not shame | Y |
Lips that thrill my inmost being | G |
With the utterance of a name | Y |
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And I bend the knee before her | A |
As a captive ought to bow | Z |
Pray thee listen to my pleading | G |
Sovereign of my soul art thou | Z |
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O my dear and gentle lady | L |
Let me show thee all my pain | O |
Ere the words that late were prisoned | L |
Sink into my heart again | P |
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Love they say is very fearful | A2 |
Ere its curtain be withdrawn | B2 |
Trembling at the thought of error | A |
As the shadows scare the fawn | B2 |
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Love hath bound me to thee lady | L |
Since the well remembered day | L |
When I first beheld thee coming | G |
In the light of lustrous May | L |
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Not a word I dared to utter | A |
More than he who long ago | E |
Saw the heavenly shapes descending | G |
Over Ida's slopes of snow | E |
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When a low and solemn music | C2 |
Floated through the listening grove | D2 |
And the throstle's song was silenced | L |
And the doling of the dove | N |
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When immortal beauty opened | L |
All its grace to mortal sight | L |
And the awe of worship blended | L |
With the throbbing of delight | L |
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As the shepherd stood before them | M |
Trembling in the Phrygian dell | E2 |
Even so my soul and being | G |
Owned the magic of the spell | E2 |
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And I watched thee ever fondly | L |
Watched thee dearest from afar | F2 |
With the mute and humble homage | V |
Of the Indian to a star | F2 |
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Thou wert still the Lady Flora | G2 |
In her morning garb of bloom | H2 |
Where thou wert was light and glory | L |
Where thou wert not dearth and gloom | H2 |
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So for many a day I followed | L |
For a long and weary while | I2 |
Ere my heart rose up to bless thee | L |
For the yielding of a smile | I2 |
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Ere thy words were few and broken | C |
As they answered back to mine | J2 |
Ere my lips had power to thank thee | L |
For the gift vouchsafed by thine | J2 |
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Then a mighty gush of passion | C |
Through my inmost being ran | K2 |
Then my older life was ended | L |
And a dearer course began | K2 |
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Dearer O I cannot tell thee | L |
What a load was swept away | L |
What a world of doubt and darkness | H |
Faded in the dawning day | L |
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All my error all my weakness | H |
All my vain delusions fled | L |
Hope again revived and gladness | H |
Waved its wings above my head | L |
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Like the wanderer of the desert | L |
When across the dreary sand | L |
Breathes the perfume from the thickets | H |
Bordering on the promised land | L |
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When afar he sees the palm trees | H |
Cresting o'er the lonely well | E2 |
When he hears the pleasant tinkle | A2 |
Of the distant camel's bell | E2 |
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So a fresh and glad emotion | C |
Rose within my swelling breast | L |
And I hurried swiftly onwards | H |
To the haven of my rest | L |
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Thou wert there with word and welcome | L2 |
With thy smile so purely sweet | L |
And I laid my heart before thee | L |
Laid it darling at thy feet | L |
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O ye words that sound so hollow | E |
As I now recall your tone | I |
What are ye but empty echoes | H |
Of a passion crushed and gone | B2 |
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Wherefore should I seek to kindle | A2 |
Light when all around is gloom | H2 |
Wherefore should I raise a phantom | L2 |
O'er the dark and silent tomb | H2 |
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Early wert thou taken Mary | L |
In thy fair and glorious prime | M2 |
Ere the bees had ceased to murmur | A |
Through the umbrage of the lime | M2 |
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Buds were blowing waters flowing | G |
Birds were singing on the tree | L |
Every thing was bright and glowing | G |
When the angels came for thee | L |
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Death had laid aside his terror | A |
And he found thee calm and mild | L |
Lying in thy robes of whiteness | H |
Like a pure and stainless child | L |
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Hardly had the mountain violet | L |
Spread its blossoms on the sod | L |
Ere they laid the turf above thee | L |
And thy spirit rose to God | L |
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Early wert thou taken Mary | L |
And I know 'tis vain to weep | B |
Tears of mine can never wake thee | L |
From thy sad and silent sleep | B |
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O away my thoughts are earthward | L |
Not asleep my love art thou | Z |
Dwelling in the land of glory | L |
With the saints and angels now | Z |
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Brighter fairer far than living | G |
With no trace of woe or pain | O |
Robed in everlasting beauty | L |
Shall I see thee once again | P |
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By the light that never fadeth | Z |
Underneath eternal skies | H |
When the dawn of resurrection | C |
Breaks o'er deathless Paradise | H |
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
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