Fountain, The: A Conversation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNMN OPKP MQMQ RSRS TJTJ UVUV WXWX YZA2B2 C2D2C2D2 E2JE2J IF2IF2 G2GG2G

We talked with open heart and tongueA
Affectionate and trueB
A pair of friends though I was youngA
And Matthew seventy twoB
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We lay beneath a spreading oakC
Beside a mossy seatD
And from the turf a fountain brokeC
And gurgled at our feetD
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Now Matthew said I let us matchE
This water's pleasant tuneF
With some old border song or catchE
That suits a summer's noonF
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Or of the church clock and the chimesG
Sing here beneath the shadeH
That half mad thing of witty rhymesG
Which you last April madeH
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In silence Matthew lay and eyedI
The spring beneath the treeJ
And thus the dear old Man repliedI
The grey haired man of gleeJ
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No check no stay this Streamlet fearsK
How merrily it goesL
'Twill murmur on a thousand yearsK
And flow as now it flowsL
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And here on this delightful dayM
I cannot choose but thinkN
How oft a vigorous man I layM
Beside this fountain's brinkN
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My eyes are dim with childish tearsO
My heart is idly stirredP
For the same sound is in my earsK
Which in those days I heardP
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Thus fares it still in our decayM
And yet the wiser mindQ
Mourns less for what age takes awayM
Than what it leaves behindQ
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The blackbird amid leafy treesR
The lark above the hillS
Let loose their carols when they pleaseR
Are quiet when they willS
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With Nature never do 'they' wageT
A foolish strife they seeJ
A happy youth and their old ageT
Is beautiful and freeJ
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But we are pressed by heavy lawsU
And often glad no moreV
We wear a face of joy becauseU
We have been glad of yoreV
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If there be one who need bemoanW
His kindred laid in earthX
The household hearts that were his ownW
It is the man of mirthX
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My days my Friend are almost goneY
My life has been approvedZ
And many love me but by noneA2
Am I enough belovedB2
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Now both himself and me he wrongsC2
The man who thus complainsD2
I live and sing my idle songsC2
Upon these happy plainsD2
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And Matthew for thy children deadE2
I'll be a son to theeJ
At this he grasped my hand and saidE2
Alas that cannot beJ
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We rose up from the fountain sideI
And down the smooth descentF2
Of the green sheep track did we glideI
And through the wood we wentF2
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And ere we came to Leonard's rockG2
He sang those witty rhymesG
About the crazy old church clockG2
And the bewildered chimesG

William Wordsworth



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