The Walk At Midnight Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGFH IHIH JHJH KLKL MHMH HHHH HHHH NONO PQPQ RSRS FTFTSoft shadowy moon beam by the light | A |
Sleeps the wide meer serenely pale | B |
How various are the sounds of night | A |
Borne on the scarely rising gale | B |
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The swell of distant brook is heard | C |
Whose far off waters faintly roll | D |
And piping of the shrill small bird | C |
Arrested by the wand'ring owl | E |
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Come hither let us thread with care | F |
The maze of this green path which binds | G |
The beauties of the broad parterre | F |
And thro' yon fragrant alley winds | H |
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Or on this old bench will we sit | I |
Round which the clust'ring woodine wreathes | H |
While birds of night around us flit | I |
And thro' each lavish wood walk breathes | H |
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Unto my ravish'd senses brought | J |
From yon thick woven odorous bowers | H |
The still rich breeze with incense fraught | J |
Of glowing fruits and spangled flowers | H |
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The whispering leaves the gushing stream | K |
Where trembles the uncertain moon | L |
Suit more the poet's pensive dream | K |
Than all the jarring notes of noon | L |
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Then to the thickly crowded mart | M |
The eager sons of interest press | H |
Then shine the tinsel works of art | M |
Now all is Nature's loneliness | H |
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Then wealth aloft in state displays | H |
The glittering of her gilded cars | H |
Now dimly stream the mingled rays | H |
Of yon far twinkling silver stars | H |
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Yon church whose cold grey spire appears | H |
In the black outline of the trees | H |
Conceals the object of my tears | H |
Whose form in dreams my spirit sees | H |
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There in the chilling bed of earth | N |
The chancel's letter'd stone above | O |
There sleepeth she who gave me birth | N |
Who taught my lips the hymn of love | O |
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Yon mossy stems of ancient oak | P |
So widely crown'd with sombre shade | Q |
Those ne'er have heard the woodman's stroke | P |
Their solemn secret depths invade | Q |
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How oft the grassy way I've trod | R |
That winds their knotty boles between | S |
And gather'd from the blooming sod | R |
The flowers that flourish'd there unseen | S |
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Rise let us trace that path once more | F |
While o'er our track the cold beams shine | T |
Down this low shingly vale and o'er | F |
Yon rude rough bridge of prostrate pine | T |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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