Quince To Lilac: To G. H. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDEF AEGE HICI CJEJ FHHH EKCL IMCM INAN IICI CAIA IHIH OHCH AHEH HHPH IIPI AHPH HIEI CHHH HHCH IIOI CQHQ HRIR PHHH CHIH

Dear Lilac how enchantingA
To hear of you this wayB
The Man who comes a mouchingA
To visit me each dayB
-
Says you too have a loverC
Far lovelier than ID
And from his rapt descriptionE
She loves you gloriouslyF
-
The Man prowls out each morningA
To see if spring's begunE
What infinite amusementG
These creatures offer oneE
-
He asks me such conundrumsH
As no one ever heardI
The name of April's fatherC
The trail of every birdI
-
What keeps me warm in winterC
Who wakes me up in timeJ
And why procrastinationE
Is such a fearful crimeJ
-
And yet who knows He may beF
Our equal ages henceH
With such pathetic glimmersH
Of weird intelligenceH
-
But this your blessed alienE
Why strays she roving hereK
Was Orpheus not her brotherC
Persephone her peerL
-
Was she not once a dryadI
Whom Syrinx lulled to sleepM
Beside the Dorian waterC
And still her eyelids keepM
-
The glad unperished secretI
From centuries of joyN
And memories of the morningA
When Helen sailed for TroyN
-
Is her name Gertrude KittyI
Hypatia or whatI
I seem to half rememberC
And yet have quite forgotI
-
That soft Hellenic laughterC
I marvel you don't makeA
An effort to be earlyI
In budding for her sakeA
-
Just fancy hearing dailyI
That velvet voice of hersH
How do you quell the riotI
Of sap her coming stirsH
-
Perhaps she puts her face upO
Dear Charity she isH
For messages of summerC
And better worlds than thisH
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You cannot blush poor LilacA
It is not in your raceH
I simply should go crimsonE
If I were in your placeH
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Do tell her all your secretsH
The Man declares she knowsH
Better than any mortalP
The wonder trick of proseH
-
Our prose I mean how beautyI
Appears to you and meI
The truth that seems so simpleP
Which they call poetryI
-
They put it down in writingA
And label it with tagsH
The funny conscious peopleP
Who mask in colored ragsH
-
They have a thing called scienceH
With phrases strange and patI
My dear can you imagineE
Intelligence like thatI
-
And when they first discoverC
That yellows are not greensH
They pucker up their foreheadsH
And ponder what it meansH
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And then those cave like placesH
Churches and CapitolsH
Where they all come togetherC
Like troops of talking dollsH
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To govern as they term itI
It's really very oddI
And have what they call worshipO
Of something they call GodI
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But Kitty or whateverC
May be her tender nameQ
Is more like us She guessesH
What sets the year aflameQ
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She knows beyond her sensesH
Do tell her all you canR
The funny people need itI
At least so says The ManR
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Good by dear I must idleP
Sweet suns and happy rainsH
How nice to have these humansH
With their inventive brainsH
-
Their little scraps of paperC
They certainly evinceH
Remarkable discernmentI
Your ever loving QuinceH

Bliss Carman (william)



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