December Matins Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAACDBEEBDFFD GBGGBBBGGBBGGB BBBBBADGGDAFFA HIJJJAAFFAAKLA

Why on this drear December mornA
Dost thou lone Misselthrush rehearse thy chantingB
The corals have been rifled from the thornA
The pastures lie undenizened and lornA
And everywhere around there seems a something wanting ''C
Whereat as tho' awondering at my wonderD
And brooded somewhere nigh a love mate nestingB
He more loud and longer stillE
'Gan to tremble and to trillE
Height after height of sound robustly breastingB
As if o'erhead were Heaven of blue and underD
Fresh green leafage and he wouldF
Cleave with shafts of hardihoodF
The mists asunderD
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Only the singer it is foreseesG
Only the Poet has the voice foretellingB
When the ways harden and the sedge pools freezeG
He hears light hearted Spring upon the breezeG
And feels the hawthorn buds mysteriously swellingB
Though to the eaves the icicles are clingingB
Or from the sunward gables dripping drippingB
He with inward gaze beholdsG
Liberated flocks and foldsG
The runnels leaping and the young lambs skippingB
And dauntless daffodils anew upspringingB
So throughout the wintry daysG
Meditates prophetic laysG
And keeps on singingB
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Not the full volumed Springtime songB
Not April's note with rapture overflowingB
Melodious cadence early late and longB
Now low and suing now serenely strongB
But the heart's intimations musically showingB
That Love and Verse are never out of seasonA
Though the winds bluster and the branches splinterD
He through cold and dire distressG
Companioned by cheerfulnessG
Descries young Mayday through the mask of WinterD
Doubt and despair to him were veil d treasonA
Fashioned never to despondF
By Foreseeing far beyondF
The range of ReasonA
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Therefore brave bird sing on for some to hearH
If faintly fitfully and though to morrowI
Will be the shortest day of all the yearJ
Though fields be flowerless and fallows drearJ
And earth seems cherishing some secret sorrowJ
The dawn will come when it anew will glistenA
With tears of gladness glen and dingle wakenA
Winter's tents be furled and routedF
April notes be sung and shoutedF
Over the fleeing host and camp forsakenA
The nightingale ne'er cease the cuckoo christenA
Hedgerow posies with its callK
And unto glee and madrigalL
The whole world listenA

Alfred Austin



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