A Song On A Sigh Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAABB CCAADDBB EEFFAABB GGBBBBBB CCCCHHBB AAIICCBB| O tell mee tell thou god of wynde | A |
| In all thy cavernes canst thou finde | A |
| A vapor fume a gale or blast | A |
| Like to a sigh which love doth cast | A |
| Can any whirlwynde in thy vault | A |
| Plough upp earth's breast with like assault | A |
| Goe wynde and blowe thou where thou please | B |
| Yea breathles leave mee to my ease | B |
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| If thou be wynde O then refrayne | C |
| From wracking whiles I thus complayne | C |
| If thou be wynde then light thou art | A |
| Yet O how heavy is my hart | A |
| If thou be wynde then purge thy way | D |
| Lett cares that clogge thy force obey | D |
| Goe wynde and blow thou where thou please | B |
| Yea breathles leave mee to my ease | B |
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| Those blasts of sighing raised are | E |
| By influence of my bright starre | E |
| Their olus from whom they came | F |
| Is love that straynes to blow his flame | F |
| The powerfull sway of whose behest | A |
| Makes hearth and bellowes of my breast | A |
| Goe wynde and blowe then where thou please | B |
| Yea breathles leave mee to my ease | B |
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| Know 'tis a wynde that longs to blowe | G |
| Upon my Saint wherere shee goe | G |
| And stealing through her fanne it beares | B |
| Soft errands to her lippes and eares | B |
| And then perhapps a passage makes | B |
| Downe to her heart when breath shee takes | B |
| Goe wynde and blowe then where thou please | B |
| Yea breathles leave mee to my ease | B |
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| Yes gentle gale trye that againe | C |
| O doe not passe from mee in vayne | C |
| Goe mingle with her soule divine | C |
| Ingendring spiritts like to mine | C |
| Yea take my soule along with thee | H |
| To worke a stronger sympathie | H |
| Goe wynde and blowe thou where thou please | B |
| Yea breathles leave mee to my ease | B |
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| My soule before my grosser part | A |
| Thus to her heaven should departe | A |
| And where the body cannott lye | I |
| On wings of wynde my soule shall flye | I |
| If not one soule our bodies joyne | C |
| One body shall our soules confine | C |
| Goe wynde and blowe thou where thou please | B |
| Yea breathles leave mee to my ease | B |
William Strode
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