The Quiet Singer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCDDEEFGHIIHBJJCCKK EELHHHLMMNNNOOOPPPQN RSRSSPPHHTHHHUU VPNNVNNPP| Ave Francis Thompson | A |
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| He had been singing but I had not heard his voice | B |
| He had been weaving lovely dreams of song | C |
| O many a morning long | C |
| But I remote and far | D |
| Under an alien star | D |
| Listened to other singers other birds | E |
| And other silver words | E |
| But does the skylark singing sweet and clear | F |
| Beg the cold world to hear | G |
| Rather he sings for very rapture of singing | H |
| At dawn or in the blue mild Summer noon | I |
| Knowing that late or soon | I |
| His wealth of beauty and his high notes ringing | H |
| Above the earth will make some heart rejoice | B |
| He sings albeit alone | J |
| Spendthrift of each pure tone | J |
| Hoarding no single song | C |
| No cadence wild and strong | C |
| But one day from a friend far overseas | K |
| As if upon the breeze | K |
| There came the teeming wonder of his words | E |
| A golden troop of birds | E |
| Caged in a little volume made to love | L |
| Singing singing | H |
| Flinging flinging | H |
| Their breaking hearts on mine and swiftly bringing | H |
| Tears and the peace thereof | L |
| How the world woke anew | M |
| How the days broke anew | M |
| Before my tear blind eyes a tapestry | N |
| I seemed to see | N |
| Woven of all the dreams dead or to be | N |
| Hills hills of song Springs of eternal bloom | O |
| Autumns of golden pomp and purple gloom | O |
| Were hung upon his loom | O |
| Winters of pain roses with awful thorns | P |
| Yet wondrous faith in God's dew drench egrave d morns | P |
| These all these I saw | P |
| With that ecstatic awe | Q |
| Wherewith one looks into Eternity | N |
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| And then I knew that though I had not heard | R |
| His voice before | S |
| His quiet singing like some quiet bird | R |
| At some one's distant door | S |
| Had made my own more sweet had made it more | S |
| Lovely in one of God's miraculous ways | P |
| I knew then why the days | P |
| Had seemed to me more perfect when the Spring | H |
| Came with old bourgeoning | H |
| For somewhere in the world his voice was raised | T |
| And somewhere in the world his heart was breaking | H |
| And never a flower but knew it sweetly taking | H |
| Beauty more high and noble for his sake | H |
| As a whole wood grows lovelier for the wail | U |
| Of one sad nightingale | U |
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| Yet if the Springs long past | V |
| Seemed wonderful before I heard his voice | P |
| I tremble at the beauty I shall see | N |
| In seasons still to be | N |
| Now that his songs are mine while Life shall last | V |
| O now for me | N |
| New floods of vision open suddenly | N |
| Rejoice my heart Rejoice | P |
| That you have heard the Quiet Singer's voice | P |
Charles Hanson Towne
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