On A Cone Of The Big Trees Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCB BDBDEFEF BGBGHDHD IJIJKBKB LGLGBBBB MNMNBOBO PQPQRNRNBrown 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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
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