A Roxbury Garden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEF GHFI BHJKLMN BOLPLHOQ RFSFSSSTTTUUVVFFWWXE YK RFFHHZZEEA2B2A2C2A2A 2D2D2A2E2A2F2F2G2LLG 2 H2V BI2J2K2L2A2M2N2O2HP2 DA2 RFZZFVQ2G2G2R2R2S2S2 T2 RE2FUUU2I2LLLU2V2FV2 W2A2X2X2HY2Z2 A3G2A3B3A2TC3D3B E3N2G2 VJA2 DYF3G3C2H3J A V I3OJ3VR2MK3VL3O2L3ME VVX2O2 O2M3S2O2VQ2O2L3L3H3V L3O2VVN3N3VHO2 WL3L3L3O2O2VVA2O3VA2 L3VL3L3A2VP3O2O2O2A2 Q3 O2O2L3O2O2A2A2L3L3L3 N3N3O2K2O2 L3V S2L3YS2O2L3 A O2 R3L3S2S2VO2O2O2ES2S3 VA2T3L3 O2YS2S2V A2VU3 EV3O2O2O2W3V3 L3X2X3 O2EO2VO2O2 O2O2S2| I | A |
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| Hoops | B |
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| Blue and pink sashes | C |
| Criss cross shoes | D |
| Minna and Stella run out into the garden | E |
| To play at hoop | F |
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| Up and down the garden paths they race | G |
| In the yellow sunshine | H |
| Each with a big round hoop | F |
| White as a stripped willow wand | I |
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| Round and round turn the hoops | B |
| Their diamond whiteness cleaving the yellow sunshine | H |
| The gravel crunches and squeaks beneath them | J |
| And a large pebble springs them into the air | K |
| To go whirling for a foot or two | L |
| Before they touch the earth again | M |
| In a series of little jumps | N |
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| Spring Hoops | B |
| Spit out a shower of blue and white brightness | O |
| The little criss cross shoes twinkle behind you | L |
| The pink and blue sashes flutter like flags | P |
| The hoop sticks are ready to beat you | L |
| Turn turn Hoops In the yellow sunshine | H |
| Turn your stripped willow whiteness | O |
| Along the smooth paths | Q |
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| Stella sings | R |
| 'Round and round rolls my hoop | F |
| Scarcely touching the ground | S |
| With a swoop | F |
| And a bound | S |
| Round and round | S |
| With a bumpety crunching scattering sound | S |
| Down the garden it flies | T |
| In our eyes | T |
| The sun lies | T |
| See it spin | U |
| Out and in | U |
| Through the paths it goes whirling | V |
| About the beds curling | V |
| Sway now to the loop | F |
| Faster faster my hoop | F |
| Round you come | W |
| Up you come | W |
| Quick and straight as before | X |
| Run run my hoop run | E |
| Away from the sun ' | - |
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| And the great hoop bounds along the path | Y |
| Leaping into the wind bright air | K |
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| Minna sings | R |
| 'Turn hoop | F |
| Burn hoop | F |
| Twist and twine | H |
| Hoop of mine | H |
| Flash along | Z |
| Leap along | Z |
| Right at the sun | E |
| Run hoop run | E |
| Faster and faster | A2 |
| Whirl twirl | B2 |
| Wheel like fire | A2 |
| And spin like glass | C2 |
| Fire's no whiter | A2 |
| Glass is no brighter | A2 |
| Dance | D2 |
| Prance | D2 |
| Over and over | A2 |
| About and about | E2 |
| With the top of you under | A2 |
| And the bottom at top | F2 |
| But never a stop | F2 |
| Turn about hoop to the tap of my stick | G2 |
| I follow behind you | L |
| To touch and remind you | L |
| Burn and glitter so white and quick | G2 |
| Round and round to the tap of a stick ' | - |
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| The hoop flies along between the flower beds | H2 |
| Swaying the flowers with the wind of its passing | V |
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| Beside the foxglove border roll the hoops | B |
| And the little pink and white bells shake and jingle | I2 |
| Up and down their tall spires | J2 |
| They roll under the snow ball bush | K2 |
| And the ground behind them is strewn with white petals | L2 |
| They swirl round a corner | A2 |
| And jar a bee out of a Canterbury bell | M2 |
| They cast their shadows for an instant | N2 |
| Over a bed of pansies | O2 |
| Catch against the spurs of a columbine | H |
| Jostle the quietness from a cluster of monk's hood | P2 |
| Pat Pat behind them come the little criss cross shoes | D |
| And the blue and pink sashes stream out in flappings of colour | A2 |
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| Stella sings | R |
| 'Hoop hoop | F |
| Roll along | Z |
| Faster bowl along | Z |
| Hoop | F |
| Slow to the turning | V |
| Now go Go | Q2 |
| Quick | G2 |
| Here's the stick | G2 |
| Rat a tap tap it | R2 |
| Pat it flap it | R2 |
| Fly like a bird or a yellow backed bee | S2 |
| See how soon you can reach that tree | S2 |
| Here is a path that is perfectly straight | T2 |
| Roll along hoop or we shall be late ' | - |
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| Minna sings | R |
| 'Trip about slip about whip about | E2 |
| Hoop | F |
| Wheel like a top at its quickest spin | U |
| Then dear hoop we shall surely win | U |
| First to the greenhouse and then to the wall | U2 |
| Circle and circle | I2 |
| And let the wind push you | L |
| Poke you | L |
| Brush you | L |
| And not let you fall | U2 |
| Whirring you round like a wreath of mist | V2 |
| Hoopety hoop | F |
| Twist | V2 |
| Twist ' | - |
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| Tap Tap go the hoop sticks | W2 |
| And the hoops bowl along under a grape arbour | A2 |
| For an instant their willow whiteness is green | X2 |
| Pale white green | X2 |
| Then they are out in the sunshine | H |
| Leaving the half formed grape clusters | Y2 |
| A tremble under their big leaves | Z2 |
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| 'I will beat you Minna ' cries Stella | A3 |
| Hitting her hoop smartly with her stick | G2 |
| 'Stella Stella we are winning ' calls Minna | A3 |
| As her hoop curves round a bed of clove pinks | B3 |
| A humming bird whizzes past Stella's ear | A2 |
| And two or three yellow and black butterflies | T |
| Flutter startled out of a pillar rose | C3 |
| Round and round race the little girls | D3 |
| After their great white hoops | B |
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| Suddenly Minna stops | E3 |
| Her hoop wavers an instant | N2 |
| But she catches it up on her stick | G2 |
| 'Listen Stella ' | - |
| Both the little girls are listening | V |
| And the scents of the garden rise up quietly about them | J |
| 'It's the chaise It's Father | A2 |
| Perhaps he's brought us a book from Boston ' | - |
| Twinkle twinkle the little criss cross shoes | D |
| Up the garden path | Y |
| Blue pink an instant against the syringa hedge | F3 |
| But the hoops white as stripped willow wands | G3 |
| Lie in the grass | C2 |
| And the grasshoppers jump back and forth | H3 |
| Over them | J |
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| II | A |
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| Battledore and Shuttlecock | V |
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| The shuttlecock soars upward | I3 |
| In a parabola of whiteness | O |
| Turns | J3 |
| And sinks to a perfect arc | V |
| Plat the battledore strikes it | R2 |
| And it rises again | M |
| Without haste | K3 |
| Winged and curving | V |
| Tracing its white flight | L3 |
| Against the clipped hemlock trees | O2 |
| Plat | L3 |
| Up again | M |
| Orange and sparkling with sun | E |
| Rounding under the blue sky | V |
| Dropping | V |
| Fading to grey green | X2 |
| In the shadow of the coned hemlocks | O2 |
| 'Ninety one ' 'Ninety two ' 'Ninety three ' | - |
| The arms of the little girls | O2 |
| Come up and up | M3 |
| Precisely | S2 |
| Like mechanical toys | O2 |
| The battledores beat at nothing | V |
| And toss the dazzle of snow | Q2 |
| Off their parchment drums | O2 |
| 'Ninety four ' Plat | L3 |
| 'Ninety five ' Plat | L3 |
| Back and forth | H3 |
| Goes the shuttlecock | V |
| Icicle white | L3 |
| Leaping at the sharp edged clouds | O2 |
| Overturning | V |
| Falling | V |
| Down | N3 |
| And down | N3 |
| Tinctured with pink | V |
| From the upthrusting shine | H |
| Of Oriental poppies | O2 |
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| The little girls sway to the counting rhythm | W |
| Left foot | L3 |
| Right foot | L3 |
| Plat Plat | L3 |
| Yellow heat twines round the handles of the battledores | O2 |
| The parchment cracks with dryness | O2 |
| But the shuttlecock | V |
| Swings slowly into the ice blue sky | V |
| Heaving up on the warm air | A2 |
| Like a foam bubble on a wave | O3 |
| With feathers slanted and sustaining | V |
| Higher | A2 |
| Until the earth turns beneath it | L3 |
| Poised and swinging | V |
| With all the garden flowing beneath it | L3 |
| Scarlet and blue and purple and white | L3 |
| Blurred colour reflections in rippled water | A2 |
| Changing streaming | V |
| For the moment that Stella takes to lift her arm | P3 |
| Then the shuttlecock relinquishes | O2 |
| Bows | O2 |
| Descends | O2 |
| And the sharp blue spears of the air | A2 |
| Thrust it to earth | Q3 |
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| Again it mounts | O2 |
| Stepping up on the rising scents of flowers | O2 |
| Buoyed up and under by the shining heat | L3 |
| Above the foxgloves | O2 |
| Above the guelder roses | O2 |
| Above the greenhouse glitter | A2 |
| Till the shafts of cooler air | A2 |
| Meet it | L3 |
| Deflect it | L3 |
| Reject it | L3 |
| Then down | N3 |
| Down | N3 |
| Past the greenhouse | O2 |
| Past the guelder rose bush | K2 |
| Past the foxgloves | O2 |
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| 'Ninety nine ' Stella's battledore springs to the impact | L3 |
| Plunk Like the snap of a taut string | V |
| 'Oh Minna ' | - |
| The shuttlecock drops zigzagedly | S2 |
| Out of orbit | L3 |
| Hits the path | Y |
| And rolls over quite still | S2 |
| Dead white feathers | O2 |
| With a weight at the end | L3 |
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| III | A |
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| Garden Games | O2 |
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| The tall clock is striking twelve | R3 |
| And the little girls stop in the hall to watch it | L3 |
| And the big ships rocking in a half circle | S2 |
| Above the dial | S2 |
| Twelve o'clock | V |
| Down the side steps | O2 |
| Go the little girls | O2 |
| Under their big round straw hats | O2 |
| Minna's has a pink ribbon | E |
| Stella's a blue | S2 |
| That is the way they know which is which | S3 |
| Twelve o'clock | V |
| An hour yet before dinner | A2 |
| Mother is busy in the still room | T3 |
| And Hannah is making gingerbread | L3 |
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| Slowly with lagging steps | O2 |
| They follow the garden path | Y |
| Crushing a leaf of box for its acrid smell | S2 |
| Discussing what they shall do | S2 |
| And doing nothing | V |
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| 'Stella see that grasshopper | A2 |
| Climbing up the bank | V |
| What a jump | U3 |
| Almost as long as my arm ' | - |
| Run children run | E |
| For the grasshopper is leaping away | V3 |
| In half circle curves | O2 |
| Shuttlecock curves | O2 |
| Over the grasses | O2 |
| Hand in hand the little girls call to him | W3 |
| 'Grandfather grandfather gray | V3 |
| Give me molasses or I'll throw you away ' | - |
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| The grasshopper leaps into the sunlight | L3 |
| Golden green | X2 |
| And is gone | X3 |
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| 'Let's catch a bee ' | - |
| Round whirl the little girls | O2 |
| And up the garden | E |
| Two heads are thrust among the Canterbury bells | O2 |
| Listening | V |
| And fingers clasp and unclasp behind backs | O2 |
| In a strain of silence | O2 |
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| White bells | O2 |
| Blue bells | O2 |
| Hollo | S2 |
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