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 enchanting | A |
| To hear of you this way | B |
| The Man who comes a mouching | A |
| To visit me each day | B |
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| Says you too have a lover | C |
| Far lovelier than I | D |
| And from his rapt description | E |
| She loves you gloriously | F |
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| The Man prowls out each morning | A |
| To see if spring's begun | E |
| What infinite amusement | G |
| These creatures offer one | E |
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| He asks me such conundrums | H |
| As no one ever heard | I |
| The name of April's father | C |
| The trail of every bird | I |
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| What keeps me warm in winter | C |
| Who wakes me up in time | J |
| And why procrastination | E |
| Is such a fearful crime | J |
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| And yet who knows He may be | F |
| Our equal ages hence | H |
| With such pathetic glimmers | H |
| Of weird intelligence | H |
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| But this your blessed alien | E |
| Why strays she roving here | K |
| Was Orpheus not her brother | C |
| Persephone her peer | L |
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| Was she not once a dryad | I |
| Whom Syrinx lulled to sleep | M |
| Beside the Dorian water | C |
| And still her eyelids keep | M |
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| The glad unperished secret | I |
| From centuries of joy | N |
| And memories of the morning | A |
| When Helen sailed for Troy | N |
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| Is her name Gertrude Kitty | I |
| Hypatia or what | I |
| I seem to half remember | C |
| And yet have quite forgot | I |
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| That soft Hellenic laughter | C |
| I marvel you don't make | A |
| An effort to be early | I |
| In budding for her sake | A |
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| Just fancy hearing daily | I |
| That velvet voice of hers | H |
| How do you quell the riot | I |
| Of sap her coming stirs | H |
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| Perhaps she puts her face up | O |
| Dear Charity she is | H |
| For messages of summer | C |
| And better worlds than this | H |
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| You cannot blush poor Lilac | A |
| It is not in your race | H |
| I simply should go crimson | E |
| If I were in your place | H |
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| Do tell her all your secrets | H |
| The Man declares she knows | H |
| Better than any mortal | P |
| The wonder trick of prose | H |
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| Our prose I mean how beauty | I |
| Appears to you and me | I |
| The truth that seems so simple | P |
| Which they call poetry | I |
| - | |
| They put it down in writing | A |
| And label it with tags | H |
| The funny conscious people | P |
| Who mask in colored rags | H |
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| They have a thing called science | H |
| With phrases strange and pat | I |
| My dear can you imagine | E |
| Intelligence like that | I |
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| And when they first discover | C |
| That yellows are not greens | H |
| They pucker up their foreheads | H |
| And ponder what it means | H |
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| And then those cave like places | H |
| Churches and Capitols | H |
| Where they all come together | C |
| Like troops of talking dolls | H |
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| To govern as they term it | I |
| It's really very odd | I |
| And have what they call worship | O |
| Of something they call God | I |
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| But Kitty or whatever | C |
| May be her tender name | Q |
| Is more like us She guesses | H |
| What sets the year aflame | Q |
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| She knows beyond her senses | H |
| Do tell her all you can | R |
| The funny people need it | I |
| At least so says The Man | R |
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| Good by dear I must idle | P |
| Sweet suns and happy rains | H |
| How nice to have these humans | H |
| With their inventive brains | H |
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| Their little scraps of paper | C |
| They certainly evince | H |
| Remarkable discernment | I |
| Your ever loving Quince | H |
Bliss Carman (william)
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