On A Cone Of The Big Trees Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCB BDBDEFEF BGBGHDHD IJIJKBKB LGLGBBBB MNMNBOBO PQPQRNRN| Brown foundling of the Western wood | A |
| Babe of primeval wildernesses | B |
| Long on my table thou hast stood | A |
| Encounters strange and rude caresses | B |
| Perchance contented with thy lot | C |
| Surroundings new and curious faces | B |
| As though ten centuries were not | C |
| Imprisoned in thy shining cases | B |
| - | |
| Thou bring'st me back the halcyon days | B |
| Of grateful rest the week of leisure | D |
| The journey lapped in autumn haze | B |
| The sweet fatigue that seemed a pleasure | D |
| The morning ride the noonday halt | E |
| The blazing slopes the red dust rising | F |
| And then the dim brown columned vault | E |
| With its cool damp sepulchral spicing | F |
| - | |
| Once more I see the rocking masts | B |
| That scrape the sky their only tenant | G |
| The jay bird that in frolic casts | B |
| From some high yard his broad blue pennant | G |
| I see the Indian files that keep | H |
| Their places in the dusty heather | D |
| Their red trunks standing ankle deep | H |
| In moccasins of rusty leather | D |
| - | |
| I see all this and marvel much | I |
| That thou sweet woodland waif art able | J |
| To keep the company of such | I |
| As throng thy friend's the poet's table | J |
| The latest spawn the press hath cast | K |
| The modern popes the later Byrons | B |
| Why e'en the best may not outlast | K |
| Thy poor relation Sempervirens | B |
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| Thy sire saw the light that shone | L |
| On Mohammed's uplifted crescent | G |
| On many a royal gilded throne | L |
| And deed forgotten in the present | G |
| He saw the age of sacred trees | B |
| And Druid groves and mystic larches | B |
| And saw from forest domes like these | B |
| The builder bring his Gothic arches | B |
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| And must thou foundling still forego | M |
| Thy heritage and high ambition | N |
| To lie full lowly and full low | M |
| Adjusted to thy new condition | N |
| Not hidden in the drifted snows | B |
| But under ink drops idly spattered | O |
| And leaves ephemeral as those | B |
| That on thy woodland tomb were scattered | O |
| - | |
| Yet lie thou there O friend and speak | P |
| The moral of thy simple story | Q |
| Though life is all that thou dost seek | P |
| And age alone thy crown of glory | Q |
| Not thine the only germs that fail | R |
| The purpose of their high creation | N |
| If their poor tenements avail | R |
| For worldly show and ostentation | N |
Bret Harte (francis)
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