The Son's Sorrow. From The Icelandic Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDD EF GG HH II JJ KK LM NN A OO KK GG PP OO JE QQ RR ST UUCThe King has asked of his son so good | A |
Why art thou hushed and heavy of mood | B |
O fair it is to ride abroad | C |
Thou playest not and thou laughest not | D |
All thy good game is clean forgot | D |
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Sit thou beside me father dear | E |
And the tale of my sorrow shalt thou hear | F |
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Thou sendedst me unto a far off land | G |
And gavest me into a good Earl's hand | G |
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Now had this good Earl daughters seven | H |
The fairest of maidens under heaven | H |
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One brought me my meat when I should dine | I |
One cut and sewed my raiment fine | I |
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One washed and combed my yellow hair | J |
And one I fell to loving there | J |
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Befell it on so fair a day | K |
We minded us to sport and play | K |
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Down in a dale my horse bound I | L |
Bound on my saddle speedily | M |
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Bright red she was as the flickering flame | N |
When to my saddle bow she came | N |
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Beside my saddle bow she stood | A |
'To flee with thee to my heart were good ' | - |
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Kind was my horse and good to aid | O |
My love upon his back I laid | O |
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We gat us from the garth away | K |
And none was ware of us that day | K |
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But as we rode along the sand | G |
Behold a barge lay by the land | G |
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So in that boat did we depart | P |
And rowed away right glad at heart | P |
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When we came to the dark wood and the shade | O |
To raise the tent my true love bade | O |
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Three sons my true love bore me there | J |
And syne she died who was so dear | E |
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A grave I wrought her with my sword | Q |
With my fair shield the mould I poured | Q |
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First in the mould I laid my love | R |
Then all my sons her breast above | R |
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And I without must lie alone | S |
So from the place I gat me gone | T |
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No man now shall stand on his feet | U |
To love that love to woo that sweet | U |
O fair it is to ride abroad | C |
William Morris
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