Winter-store Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGHGEEE HHIIJJK LLKMMNNOOPP QRQRSSTTSSUUSS EEIIVWSSXXYYZA2SSB2B 2FFC2TC2T EESSEESSTTSSD2D2E2E2 SSLL XXSSIIB2XXTESSEYYSSS SSSSSSYSYTT SSF2F2G2G2SD2SD2 SSH2SH2SEESSI2I2J2J2 K2ISSEE TTSSGL2SYSYM2M2SSSSD 2TD2T VVTSSTSSSSEEYYFFETET EB2EB2LN2LN2O2O2LLES ESSSSSP2SP2SEETTTT EB2EB2Q2Q2TETEETTE| Subtly conscious all awake | A |
| Let us clear our eyes and break | A |
| Through the cloudy chrysalis | B |
| See the wonder as it is | C |
| Down a narrow alley blind | D |
| Touch and vision heart and mind | D |
| Turned sharply inward still we plod | E |
| Till the calmly smiling god | E |
| Leaves us and our spirits grow | F |
| More thin more acrid as we go | F |
| Creeping by the sullen wall | G |
| We forego the power to see | H |
| The threads that bind us to the All | G |
| God or the Immensity | E |
| Whereof on the eternal road | E |
| Man is but a passing mode | E |
| - | |
| Too blind we are too little see | H |
| Of the magic pageantry | H |
| Every minute every hour | I |
| From the cloudflake to the flower | I |
| Forever old forever strange | J |
| Issuing in perpetual change | J |
| From the rainbow gates of Time | K |
| - | |
| But he who through this common air | L |
| Surely knows the great and fair | L |
| What is lovely what sublime | K |
| Becomes in an increasing span | M |
| One with earth and one with man | M |
| One despite these mortal scars | N |
| With the planets and the stars | N |
| And Nature from her holy place | O |
| Bending with unveiled face | O |
| Fills him in her divine employ | P |
| With her own majestic joy | P |
| - | |
| Up the fielded slopes at morn | Q |
| Where light wefts of shadow pass | R |
| Films upon the bending corn | Q |
| I shall sweep the purple grass | R |
| Sun crowned heights and mossy woods | S |
| And the outer solitudes | S |
| Mountain valleys dim with pine | T |
| Shall be home and haunt of mine | T |
| I shall search in crannied hollows | S |
| Where the sunlight scarcely follows | S |
| And the secret forest brook | U |
| Murmurs and from nook to nook | U |
| Forever downward curls and cools | S |
| Frothing in the bouldered pools | S |
| - | |
| Many a noon shall find me laid | E |
| In the pungent balsam shade | E |
| Where sharp breezes spring and shiver | I |
| On some deep rough coasted river | I |
| And the plangent waters come | V |
| Amber hued and streaked with foam | W |
| Where beneath the sunburnt hills | S |
| All day long the crowded mills | S |
| With remorseless champ and scream | X |
| Overlord the sluicing stream | X |
| And the rapids' iron roar | Y |
| Hammers at the forest's core | Y |
| Where corded rafts creep slowly on | Z |
| Glittering in the noonday sun | A2 |
| And the tawny river dogs | S |
| Shepherding the branded logs | S |
| Bind and heave with cadenced cry | B2 |
| Where the blackened tugs go by | B2 |
| Panting hard and straining slow | F |
| Laboring at the weighty tow | F |
| Flat nosed barges all in trim | C2 |
| Creeping in long cumbrous line | T |
| Loaded to the water's brim | C2 |
| With the clean cool scented pine | T |
| - | |
| Perhaps in some low meadow land | E |
| Stretching wide on either hand | E |
| I shall see the belted bees | S |
| Rocking with the tricksy breeze | S |
| In the spired meadow sweet | E |
| Or with eager trampling feet | E |
| Burrowing in the boneset blooms | S |
| Treading out the dry perfumes | S |
| Where sun hot hay fields newly mown | T |
| Climb the hillside ruddy brown | T |
| I shall see the haymakers | S |
| While the noonday scarcely stirs | S |
| Brown of neck and booted gray | D2 |
| Tossing up the rustling hay | D2 |
| While the hay racks bend and rock | E2 |
| As they take each scented cock | E2 |
| Jolting over dip and rise | S |
| And the wavering butterflies | S |
| O'er the spaces brown and bare | L |
| Light and wander here and there | L |
| - | |
| I shall stray by many a stream | X |
| Where the half shut lilies gleam | X |
| Napping out the sultry days | S |
| In the quiet secluded bays | S |
| Where the tasseled rushes tower | I |
| O'er the purple pickerel flower | I |
| And the floating dragon fly | B2 |
| Azure glint and crystal gleam | X |
| Watches o'er the burnished stream | X |
| With his eye of ebony | T |
| Where the bull frog lolls at rest | E |
| On his float of lily leaves | S |
| That the swaying water weaves | S |
| And distends his yellow breast | E |
| Lowing out from shore to shore | Y |
| With a hollow vibrant roar | Y |
| Where the softest wind that blows | S |
| As it lightly comes and goes | S |
| O'er the jungled river meads | S |
| Stirs a whisper in the reeds | S |
| And wakes the crowded bull rushes | S |
| From their stately reveries | S |
| Flashing through their long leaved hordes | S |
| Like a brandishing of swords | S |
| There too the frost like arrow flowers | S |
| Tremble to the golden core | Y |
| Children of enchanted hours | S |
| Whom the rustling river bore | Y |
| In the night's bewildered noon | T |
| Woven of water and the moon | T |
| - | |
| I shall hear the grasshoppers | S |
| From the parched grass rehearse | S |
| And with drowsy note prolong | F2 |
| Evermore the same thin song | F2 |
| I shall hear the crickets tell | G2 |
| Stories by the humming well | G2 |
| And mark the locust with quaint eyes | S |
| Caper in his cloak of gray | D2 |
| Like a jester in disguise | S |
| Rattling by the dusty way | D2 |
| - | |
| I shall dream by upland fences | S |
| Where the season's wealth condenses | S |
| Over many a weedy wreck | H2 |
| Wild uncared for desert places | S |
| That sovereign Beauty loves to deck | H2 |
| With her softest dearest graces | S |
| There the long year dreams in quiet | E |
| And the summer's strength runs riot | E |
| Shall I not remember these | S |
| Deep in winter reveries | S |
| Berried brier and thistle bloom | I2 |
| And milkweed with its dense perfume | I2 |
| Slender vervain towering up | J2 |
| In a many branched cup | J2 |
| Like a candlestick each spire | K2 |
| Kindled with a violet fire | I |
| Matted creepers and wild cherries | S |
| Purple bunched elderberries | S |
| And on scanty plots of sod | E |
| Groves of branchy goldenrod | E |
| - | |
| What though autumn mornings now | T |
| Winterward with glittering brow | T |
| Stiffen in the silver grass | S |
| And what though robins flock and pass | S |
| With subdued and sober call | G |
| To the old year's funeral | L2 |
| Though October's crimson leaves | S |
| Rustle at the gusty door | Y |
| And the tempest round the eaves | S |
| Alternate with pipe and roar | Y |
| I sit as erst unharmed secure | M2 |
| Conscious that my store is sure | M2 |
| Whatsoe'er the fenced fields | S |
| Or the untilled forest yields | S |
| Of unhurt remembrances | S |
| Or thoughts far glimpsed half followed these | S |
| I have reaped and laid away | D2 |
| A treasure of unwinnowed grain | T |
| To the garner packed and gray | D2 |
| Gathered without toil or strain | T |
| - | |
| And when the darker days shall come | V |
| And the fields are white and dumb | V |
| When our fires are half in vain | T |
| And the crystal starlight weaves | S |
| Mockeries of summer leaves | S |
| Pictured on the icy pane | T |
| When the high aurora gleams | S |
| Far above the Arctic streams | S |
| Like a line of shifting spears | S |
| And the broad pine circled meres | S |
| Glimmering in that spectral light | E |
| Thunder through the northern night | E |
| Then within the bolted door | Y |
| I shall con my summer store | Y |
| Though the fences scarcely show | F |
| Black above the drifted snow | F |
| Though the icy sweeping wind | E |
| Whistle in the empty tree | T |
| Safe within the sheltered mind | E |
| I shall feed on memory | T |
| - | |
| Yet across the windy night | E |
| Comes upon its wings a cry | B2 |
| Fashioned forms and modes take flight | E |
| And a vision sad and high | B2 |
| Of the laboring world down there | L |
| Where the lights burn red and warm | N2 |
| Pricks my soul with sudden stare | L |
| Glowing through the veils of storm | N2 |
| In the city yonder sleep | O2 |
| Those who smile and those who weep | O2 |
| Those whose lips are set with care | L |
| Those whose brows are smooth and fair | L |
| Mourners whom the dawning light | E |
| Shall grapple with an old distress | S |
| Lovers folded at midnight | E |
| In their bridal happiness | S |
| Pale watchers by beloved beds | S |
| Fallen a drowse with nodding heads | S |
| Whom sleep captured by surprise | S |
| With the circles round their eyes | S |
| Maidens with quiet taken breath | P2 |
| Dreaming of enchanted bowers | S |
| Old men with the mask of death | P2 |
| Little children soft as flowers | S |
| Those who wake wild eyed and start | E |
| In some madness of the heart | E |
| Those whose lips and brows of stone | T |
| Evil thoughts have graven upon | T |
| Shade by shade and line by line | T |
| Refashioning what was once divine | T |
| - | |
| All these sleep and through the night | E |
| Comes a passion and a cry | B2 |
| With a blind sorrow and a might | E |
| I know not whence I know not why | B2 |
| A something I cannot control | Q2 |
| A nameless hunger of the soul | Q2 |
| It holds me fast In vain in vain | T |
| I remember how of old | E |
| I saw the ruddy race of men | T |
| Through the glittering world outrolled | E |
| A gay smiling multitude | E |
| All immortal all divine | T |
| Treading in a wreathed line | T |
| By a pathway through a wood | E |
Archibald Lampman
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About Winter-store
Winter-store is a poem by Archibald Lampman. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about Winter-store poem by Archibald Lampman
Best Poems of Archibald Lampman