On Hearing Mrs. Woodhouse Play The Harpsichord Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFGF HIJIKLMN

We poets pride ourselves on whatA
We feel and not what we achieveB
The world may call our children foolsC
Enough for us that we conceiveB
A little wren that loves the grassD
Can be as proud as any larkE
That tumbles in a cloudless skyF
Up near the sun till he becomesG
The apple of that shining eyeF
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So lady I would never dareH
To hear your music ev'ry dayI
With those great bursts that send my nervesJ
In waves to pound my heart awayI
And those small notes that run like miceK
Bewitched by light else on those keysL
My tombs of song you should engraveM
'My music stronger than his ownN
Has made this poet my dumb slave '-

William Henry Davies



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