To The Muse Of The North Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGGDDHHIIJK LL

O muse that swayest the sad Northern SongA
Thy right hand full of smiting of wrongA
Thy left hand holding pity thy breastB
Heaving with hope of that so certain restB
Thou with the grey eyes kind and unafraidC
The soft lips trembling not though they have saidD
The doom of the World and those that dwell thereinE
The lips that smile not though thy children winE
The fated Love that draws the fated DeathF
O borne adown the fresh stream of thy breathF
Let some word reach my ears and touch my heartG
That if it may be I may have a partG
In that great sorrow of thy children deadD
That vexed the brow and bowed adown the headD
Whitened the hair made life a wondrous dreamH
And death the murmur of a restful streamH
But left no stain upon those souls of thineI
Whose greatness through the tangled world doth shineI
O Mother and Love and Sister all in oneJ
Come thou for sure I am enough aloneK
That thou thine arms about my heart shouldst throwL
And wrap me in the grief of long agoL

William Morris



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