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