A Basket Of Summer Fruit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFH CICI JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RSGS TUTU VQVQFirst see those ample melons brindled o'er | A |
With mingled green and brown is all the rind | B |
For they are ripe and mealy at the core | C |
And saturate with the nectar of their kind | B |
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And here their fellows of the marsh are set | D |
Covering their sweetness with a crumpled skin | E |
Pomegranates next flame red without and yet | D |
With vegetable crystals stored within | E |
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Then mark these brilliant oranges of which | F |
A by gone Poet fancifully said | G |
Their unplucked globes the orchard did enrich | F |
Like Lolden lamps in a green nilht of shade | H |
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With these are lemons that are even more | C |
Golden than they and which adorn our Rhyme | I |
As did rough pendants of barbaric ore | C |
Some pillared temple of the olden time | I |
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And here are peaches with their ruddy cheeks | J |
And ripe transparency Here nectarines bloom | K |
All mottled as with discontinuous streaks | J |
And spread a fruity fragrance through the room | K |
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With these are cherries mellow to the stone | L |
Into such ripeness bath the summer nursed them | M |
The velvet pressure of the tongue alone | L |
Against the palate were enough to burst them | M |
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Here too are plums like edible rubies glowing | N |
The language of lush summer's Eden theme | O |
Even through the skin how temptingly keeps showing | N |
Their juicy comfort a rich clouded gleam | O |
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Here too are figs pears apples plucked in haste | P |
Our summer treat judiciously to vary | Q |
With apricots so exquisite in taste | P |
And yellow as the breast of a canary | Q |
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And luscious strawberries all faceted | R |
With glittering lobes and all the lovelier seen | S |
In contrast with the loquat's duller red | G |
And vulgar gooseberry's unlustrous green | S |
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And lastly bunches of rich blooded grapes | T |
Whose vineyard bloom even yet about them clings | U |
Though ever in the handling it escapes | T |
Like the fine down upon a moth's bright wings | U |
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Each kind is piled in order in the Basket | V |
Which we might well imagine now to be | Q |
Transmuted into a great golden casket | V |
Entreasuring Pomona's jewelry | Q |
Charles Harpur
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