Stray Pleasures Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDB EEFGHF IJKLBK MMNOO BBPQQP RRSTUSBY their floating mill | A |
That lies dead and still | A |
Behold yon Prisoners three | B |
The Miller with two Dames on the breast of the Thames | C |
The platform is small but gives room for them all | D |
And they're dancing merrily | B |
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From the shore come the notes | E |
To their mill where it floats | E |
To their house and their mill tethered fast | F |
To the small wooden isle where their work to beguile | G |
They from morning to even take whatever is given | H |
And many a blithe day they have past | F |
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In sight of the spires | I |
All alive with the fires | J |
Of the sun going down to his rest | K |
In the broad open eye of the solitary sky | L |
They dance there are three as jocund as free | B |
While they dance on the calm river's breast | K |
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Man and Maidens wheel | M |
They themselves make the reel | M |
And their music's a prey which they seize | N |
It plays not for them what matter 'tis theirs | O |
And if they had care it has scattered their cares | O |
While they dance crying 'Long as ye please ' | - |
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They dance not for me | B |
Yet mine is their glee | B |
Thus pleasure is spread through the earth | P |
In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find | Q |
Thus a rich loving kindness redundantly kind | Q |
Moves all nature to gladness and mirth | P |
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The showers of the spring | R |
Rouse the birds and they sing | R |
If the wind do but stir for his proper delight | S |
Each leaf that and this his neighbour will kiss | T |
Each wave one and t' other speeds after his brother | U |
They are happy for that is their right | S |
William Wordsworth
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