Address To My Infant Daughter, Dora On Being Reminded That She Was A Month Old That Day, September 1 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIFJKLMBKNOKK PHKQRSKTKUKVKKWXYZKA 2B2C2D2KYE2F2KBG2H2I 2J2K2KL2M2WN2O2P2LBC 2MKQ2R2KKS2T2FJKAU2V 2| Hast thou then survived | A |
| Mild Offspring of infirm humanity | B |
| Meek Infant among all forlornest things | C |
| The most forlor none life of that bright star | D |
| The second glory of the Heavens Thou hast | E |
| Already hast survived that great decay | F |
| That transformation through the wide earth felt | G |
| And by all nations In that Being's sight | H |
| From whom the Race of human kind proceed | I |
| A thousand years are but as yesterday | F |
| And one day's narrow circuit is to Him | J |
| Not less capacious than a thousand years | K |
| But what is time What outward glory neither | L |
| A measure is of Thee whose claims extend | M |
| Through heaven's eternal year Yet hail to Thee | B |
| Frail feeble Monthling by that name methinks | K |
| Thy scanty breathing time is portioned out | N |
| Not idly Hadst thou been of Indian birth | O |
| Couched on a casual bed of moss and leaves | K |
| And rudely canopied by leafy boughs | K |
| Or to the churlish elements exposed | P |
| On the blank plains the coldness of the night | H |
| Or the night's darkness or its cheerful face | K |
| Of beauty by the changing moon adorned | Q |
| Would with imperious admonition then | R |
| Have scored thine age and punctually timed | S |
| Thine infant history on the minds of those | K |
| Who might have wandered with thee Mother's love | T |
| Nor less than mother's love in other breasts | K |
| Will among us warm clad and warmly housed | U |
| Do for thee what the finger of the heavens | K |
| Doth all too often harshly execute | V |
| For thy unblest coevals amid wilds | K |
| Where fancy hath small liberty to grace | K |
| The affections to exalt them or refine | W |
| And the maternal sympathy itself | X |
| Though strong is in the main a joyless tie | Y |
| Of naked instinct wound about the heart | Z |
| Happier far happier is thy lot and ours | K |
| Even now to solemnise thy helpless state | A2 |
| And to enliven in the mind's regard | B2 |
| Thy passive beauty parallels have risen | C2 |
| Resemblances or contrasts that connect | D2 |
| Within the region of a father's thoughts | K |
| Thee and thy mate and sister of the sky | Y |
| And first thy sinless progress through a world | E2 |
| By sorrow darkened and by care disturbed | F2 |
| Apt likeness bears to hers through gathered clouds | K |
| Moving untouched in silver purity | B |
| And cheering oft times their reluctant gloom | G2 |
| Fair are ye both and both are free from stain | H2 |
| But thou how leisurely thou fill'st thy horn | I2 |
| With brightness leaving her to post along | J2 |
| And range about disquieted in change | K2 |
| And still impatient of the shape she wears | K |
| Once up once down the hill one journey Babe | L2 |
| That will suffice thee and it seems that now | M2 |
| Thou hast fore knowledge that such task is thine | W |
| Thou travellest so contentedly and sleep'st | N2 |
| In such a heedless peace Alas full soon | O2 |
| Hath this conception grateful to behold | P2 |
| Changed countenance like an object sullied o'er | L |
| By breathing mist and thine appears to be | B |
| A mournful labour while to her is given | C2 |
| Hope and a renovation without end | M |
| That smile forbids the thought for on thy face | K |
| Smiles are beginning like the beams of dawn | Q2 |
| To shoot and circulate smiles have there been seen | R2 |
| Tranquil assurances that Heaven supports | K |
| The feeble motions of thy life and cheers | K |
| Thy loneliness or shall those smiles be called | S2 |
| Feelers of love put forth as if to explore | T2 |
| This untried world and to prepare thy way | F |
| Through a strait passage intricate and dim | J |
| Such are they and the same are tokens signs | K |
| Which when the appointed season hath arrived | A |
| Joy as her holiest language shall adopt | U2 |
| And Reason's godlike Power be proud to own | V2 |
William Wordsworth
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