Dickens In Camp Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FGFG FHFH FIFI JKJK GGGG FHLH MNMN MGMGAbove the pines the moon was slowly drifting | A |
The river sang below | B |
The dim Sierras far beyond uplifting | A |
Their minarets of snow | B |
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The roaring camp fire with rude humor painted | C |
The ruddy tints of health | D |
On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted | E |
In the fierce race for wealth | D |
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Till one arose and from his pack's scant treasure | F |
A hoarded volume drew | G |
And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure | F |
To hear the tale anew | G |
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And then while round them shadows gathered faster | F |
And as the firelight fell | H |
He read aloud the book wherein the Master | F |
Had writ of Little Nell | H |
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Perhaps 'twas boyish fancy for the reader | F |
Was youngest of them all | I |
But as he read from clustering pine and cedar | F |
A silence seemed to fall | I |
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The fir trees gathering closer in the shadows | J |
Listened in every spray | K |
While the whole camp with Nell on English meadows | J |
Wandered and lost their way | K |
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And so in mountain solitudes o'ertaken | G |
As by some spell divine | G |
Their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken | G |
From out the gusty pine | G |
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Lost is that camp and wasted all its fire | F |
And he who wrought that spell | H |
Ah towering pine and stately Kentish spire | L |
Ye have one tale to tell | H |
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Lost is that camp but let its fragrant story | M |
Blend with the breath that thrills | N |
With hop vine's incense all the pensive glory | M |
That fills the Kentish hills | N |
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And on that grave where English oak and holly | M |
And laurel wreaths entwine | G |
Deem it not all a too presumptuous folly | M |
This spray of Western pine | G |
Bret Harte (francis)
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