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A Defence Of English Spring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Unnamed unknown but surely bred	A
Where Thames once silver now runs lead	A
Whose journeys daily ebb and flow	B
'Twixt Tyburn and the bells of Bow	C
You late in learn d prose have told	D
How for the happy bards of old	D
Spring burst upon Sicilian seas	E
Or blossomed in the Cyclades	E
But never yet hath deigned to smile	F
On poets of this shivering isle	F
Who when to vernal strains they melt	G
Discourse of joys they never felt	G
And pilfering from each other's page	H
Pass on the lie from age to age	H
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Well now in turn give ear to me	I
Who with your leave friend claim to be	I
Degenerate but withal allied	J
At least on mother Nature's side	J
To Chaucer Spenser Shakespeare all	K
Foremost or hindmost great or small	K
My kindred and whose numbers ring	L
With woodnotes of the English Spring	L
Leave for awhile your polished town	M
Unto my rural home come down	M
Where you shall find such bed and board	N
As rude bucolic roofs afford	N
And judge with your own ear and eye	O
If Spring exists or poets lie	O
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Welcome Now plunge at once with me	I
Into the nearest copse you see	I
The boles are brown the branches gray	P
Yet green buds live on every spray	P
But 'tis the ground most wins your gaze	Q
And makes you question with amaze	Q
What these are Shells flung far and wide	J
By Winter's now fast ebbing tide	J
In language called for him who sees	E
But grossly wood anemones	E
Those too Nay pluck not You will find	R
That they maintain a silent mind	R
You do not understand I meant	S
They will not talk to you in scent	S
Sweet violets you know but these	E
Have their own rustic way to please	E
Their charm is in their look their free	I
Unfrightened gaze of gaiety	S
Are they not everywhere Their eyes	E
Glance up to the cerulean skies	E
And challenge them to match the glow	B
Of their own bluer heaven below	B
Anon the trunks and boughs fall back	T
And along winding track on track	T
Lo wheresoe'er you onward press	E
Shine milky ways of primroses	E
So thick there are when these have birth	U
Far fewer stars in heaven than earth	U
You know them for their face one meets	E
Still smiling in your London streets	E
And one I loved but who with Fame	V
Sleeps quiet now hath made their name	V
Even for those alas who share	W
No fellowship with woodlands fair	W
Wherever English speech is heard	S
A meaning sound a grateful word	S
Yet unto me they seem when there	W
Like young things that should be elsewhere	W
In lanes in dells in rustic air	W
But looked on here where they have space	E
To peep from every sheltered place	E
Their simple open faces seem	X
Or doth again a poet dream	X
The wondering soul of child like Spring	L
Inquisitive of everything	L
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Now frowns the sky the air bites bleak	Y
The young boughs rock the old trunks creak	Y
And fast before the following gale	Z
Come slanting drops then slashing hail	Z
As keen as sword as thick as shot	S
Nay do not cower but heed them not	S
For these one neither flies nor stirs	E
They are but April skirmishers	E
Thrown out to cover the advance	E
Of gleaming spear and glittering lance	E
With which the sunshine scours amain	M
Heaven earth and air and routs the rain	M
See how the sparkling branches sway	P
And laughing shake the drops away	P
While glimmering through the meads beyond	S
Are emerald and diamond	S
And hark behind baptismal shower	A2
Whose drops new poured on leaf and flower	A2
Unto their infant faces cling	L
The cuckoo sponsor of the Spring	L
Breaks in and strives with loud acclaim	V
To christen it with his own name	V
Now he begins he will not cease	E
Nor leave the woodlands any peace	E
That have to listen all day long	B2
To him reciting his one song	B2
And oft you may when all is still	C2
And night lies smooth on vale and hill	C2
Hear him call Cuckoo '' in his dream	X
Still haunted by the egoist theme	X
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Out of the wood now and we gain	M
The freedom of the winding lane	M
Push through the open gap and leap	D2
What have you tumbled all aheap	D2
Only a scratch See ditch and bank	E2
With the same flowers are lush and rank	E2
With more beside As yet but single	F2
The bluebells with the grasses mingle	F2
But soon their azure will be scrolled	S
Upon the primrose cloth of gold	S
Yes those are early ladysmocks	E
The children crumple in their frocks	E
And carry many a zigzag mile	F
O'er meadow footpath gate and stile	F
To stick in pots and jugs to dress	E
Their cottage sills and lattices	E
As yet they only fleck the grass	E
But again hither shortly pass	E
And with them knolls that now are bare	W
Will be a blaze of lavender	A2
What lends yon dingle such a sheen	M
How Buttercups No celandine	M
Complete in its own self each one	M
A looking glass is for the sun	M
Soon as his waking hours begin	M
To see his own effulgence in	M
Crave you for brighter still behold	S
Yon clusters of marsh marigold	S
This is our rustic wealth and found	S
Not under but above the ground	S
Mines that bring wealth without its sting	L
Enrich without impoverishing	L
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Yes Cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo still	C2
Do you not feel an impulse thrill	C2
Your vernal blood to do the same	V
And boylike shout him back his name	V
But though he loudest longest sings	E
Music is shook from myriad wings	E
Hear you the lark advancing now	M
Through seas of air with rippling prow	M
They say that from the poet's tears	E
Spring sweetest songs for unseen ears	E
And from its moist and lowly bed	S
The lark mounts up aloft to shed	S
In heavenly fields beyond our view	G2
Music still drenched with earthly dew	G2
The robin that in winter cheers	E
With his lone voice our lonelier ears	E
Though warbling still on neighbouring bough	M
Sings all unheard unnoticed now	M
Chatter the jays the starlings flute	S
There's not a single throat that's mute	S
From tree to tree the finches flit	S
Nor once their carols intermit	S
The willow warbler mounts then drops	E
And in his silvery solo stops	E
Just as it bubbles to the brim	H2
To hark if any answer him	H2
High on a bare conspicuous spray	P
That none may doubt who chants the lay	P
Proud of his undisputed skill	C2
To breast whatever note he will	C2
The thrush runs revelling all along	B2
The spacious gamut of his song	B2
Varies inverts repeats the strain	M
Then sings it different again	M
The blackbird less expert than he	I
Coaxes and scolds alternately	I
Then with a sudden scream and rush	I2
Is off into another bush	J2
Feigning to fear for life and limb	H2
Though none have interfered with him	H2
But listen ne'er on urban bough	M
Was perched the note you caught just now	M
Hush move a little down the lane	M
When we have passed he'll start again	M
There Did you ever hear a strain	M
Of such apotheosized pain	M
Such sadness almost sung to bliss	E
Blending of woe and joy like this	E
Yes he descants all day despite	S
The name he borrows from the night	S
Though then perchance the wails increase	E
When doth true anguish ever cease	E
He is the poet bird that sings	E
Through joy through sorrow through all things	E
'Tis only we that do not hark	K2
Until our own bright days grow dark	K2
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Now think you that I gleaned all this	E
This mite of wisdom wealth of bliss	E
In dusty shelf and yellowing tome	L2
Is it not rather that I roam	L2
From dawn to noon from noon till eve	M2
Ready to gladden or to grieve	M2
With every aspect impulse mood	S
Of Nature's active solitude	S
Ah if you knew the hours on hours	E
One lives with birds one spends with flowers	E
How many a time one's eyes grow wet	S
By gazing on the violet	S
How often all one has to show	B
For days that come and days that go	B
Are woodland nosegays all ablow	I
You then I think would scarcely deem	X
One's songs of Spring a borrowed theme	X
But own that English poets learn	M
In every hour at every turn	M
From Nature's page from Nature's speech	N2
What neither book nor bard can teach	N2
Nor deem this pride I am to her	A2
A student and interpreter	A2
Loving to read what lessons lurk	O2
In her unlettered handiwork	O2
To find the helpful meanings writ	S
In waves that break in clouds that flit	S
Some balm extrac	O2