The Meadow Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 44 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

The Upside
by Asher Chipu
Love
by Asher Chipu
Dark Shadows
by Asher Chipu
The Rhythmic Poem
by Asher Chipu
The Shifting Colurs
by Asher Chipu
From Noon To The Night Mist
by Asher Chipu
You May Wonder
by Asher Chipu
Theopensky
by Asher Chipu
The Sharp Shadow
by Asher Chipu
Echoes Of The Seriti
by Asher Chipu

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2415 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

Here when the cloudless April days begin	A
And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day	B
Filling the forests with a pleasant din	A
And the soiled snow creeps secretly away	B
Comes the small busy sparrow primed with glee	C
First preacher in the naked wilderness	D
Piping an end to all the long distress	E
From every fence and every leafless tree	C
	-
Now with soft slight and viewless artifice	F
Winter's iron work is wondrously undone	G
In all the little hollows cored with ice	H
The clear brown pools stand simmering in the sun	G
Frail lucid worlds upon whose tremulous floors	I
All day the wandering water bugs at will	J
Shy mariners whose oars are never still	J
Voyage and dream about the heightening shores	I
	-
The bluebird peeping from the gnarled thorn	K
Prattles upon his frolic flute or flings	L
In bounding flight across the golden morn	K
An azure gleam from off his splendid wings	L
Here the slim pinioned swallows sweep and pass	M
Down to the far off river the black crow	N
With wise and wary visage to and fro	N
Settles and stalks about the withered grass	M
	-
Here when the murmurous May day is half gone	O
The watchful lark before my feet takes flight	P
And wheeling to some lonelier field far on	Q
Drops with obstreperous cry and here at night	P
When the first star precedes the great red moon	R
The shore lark tinkles from the darkening field	S
Somewhere we know not in the dusk concealed	S
His little creakling and continuous tune	R
	-
Here too the robins lusty as of old	T
Hunt the waste grass for forage or prolong	U
From every quarter of these fields the bold	T
Blithe phrases of their never finished song	U
The white throat's distant descant with slow stress	E
Note after note upon the noonday falls	V
Filling the leisured air at intervals	W
With his own mood of piercing pensiveness	W
	-
How often from this windy upland perch	X
Mine eyes have seen the forest break in bloom	Y
The rose red maple and the golden birch	X
The dusty yellow of the elms the gloom	Y
Of the tall poplar hung with tasseled black	Z
Ah I have watched till eye and ear and brain	A2
Grew full of dreams as they the moted plain	A2
The sun steeped wood the marsh land at its back	Z
	-
The valley where the river wheels and fills	W
Yon city glimmering in its smoky shroud	B2
And out at the last misty rim the hills	W
Blue and far off and mounded like a cloud	B2
And here the noisy rutted road that goes	W
Down the slope yonder flanked on either side	C2
With the smooth furrowed fields flung black and wide	C2
Patched with pale water sleeping in the rows	W
	-
So as I watched the crowded leaves expand	D2
The bloom break sheath the summer's strength uprear	N
In earth's great mother's heart already planned	D2
The heaped and burgeoned plenty of the year	N
Even as she from out her wintry cell	E2
My spirit also sprang to life anew	F2
And day by day as the spring's bounty grew	F2
Its conquering joy possessed me like a spell	E2
	-
In reverie by day and midnight dream	G2
I sought these upland fields and walked apart	H2
Musing on Nature till my thought did seem	G2
To read the very secrets of her heart	H2
In mooded moments earnest and sublime	I2
I stored the themes of many a future song	U
Whose substance should be Nature's clear and strong	U
Bound in a casket of majestic rhyme	I2
	-
Brave bud like plans that never reached the fruit	J2
Like hers our mother's who with every hour	N
Easily replenished from the sleepless root	J2
Covers her bosom with fresh bud and flower	N
Yet I was happy as young lovers be	C
Who in the season of their passion's birth	K2
Deem that they have their utmost worship's worth	K2
If love be near them just to hear and see	C

Archibald Lampman

The Meadow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

About The Meadow

Write your comment about The Meadow poem by Archibald Lampman

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets