Hope Dieth: Hope Liveth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCDCBEFEBGGGBHHIB JKKBLMMBNNNBOPPBQQQB RRRBSTTB| Strong are thine arms O love strong | A |
| Thine heart to live and love and long | A |
| But thou art wed to grief and wrong | A |
| Live then and long though hope be dead | B |
| Live on labour thro the years | C |
| Make pictures through the mist of tears | D |
| Of unforgotten happy fears | C |
| That crossed the time ere hope was dead | B |
| Draw near the place where once we stood | E |
| Amid delight s swift rushing flood | F |
| And we and all the world seemed good | E |
| Nor needed hope now cold and dead | B |
| Dream in the dawn I come to thee | G |
| Weeping for things that may not be | G |
| Dream that thou layest lips on me | G |
| Wake wake to clasp hope s body dead | B |
| Count o er and o er and one by one | H |
| The minutes of the happy sun | H |
| That while agone on kissed lips shone | I |
| Count on rest not for hope is dead | B |
| Weep though no hair s breadth thou shalt move | J |
| The living Earth the heaven above | K |
| By all the bitterness of love | K |
| Weep and cease not now hope is dead | B |
| Sighs rest thee not tears bring no ease | L |
| Life hath no joy and Death no peace | M |
| The years change not though they decrease | M |
| For hope is dead for hope is dead | B |
| Speak love I listen far away | N |
| I bless the tremulous lips that say | N |
| Mock not the afternoon of day | N |
| Mock not the tide when hope is dead | B |
| I bless thee O my love who say st | O |
| Mock not the thistle cumbered waste | P |
| I hold Love s hand and make no haste | P |
| Down the long way now hope is dead | B |
| With other names do we name pain | Q |
| The long years wear our hearts in vain | Q |
| Mock not our loss grown into gain | Q |
| Mock not our lost hope lying dead | B |
| Our eyes gaze for no morning star | R |
| No glimmer of the dawn afar | R |
| Full silent wayfarers we are | R |
| Since ere the noon tide hope lay dead | B |
| Behold with lack of happiness | S |
| The master Love our hearts did bless | T |
| Lest we should think of him the less | T |
| Love dieth not though hope is dead | B |
William Morris
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