April Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFAGAHCICI AAAAJKJKALALAMAMANAN OPOQRSRSETET ALAL| GREEN o'er the copses spring's soft hues are spreading | A |
| High wave the reeds in the transparent floods | B |
| The oak its sear and sallow foliage shedding | A |
| From their moss'd cradles start its infant buds | B |
| Pale as the tranquil tide of summer's ocean | C |
| The willow now its slender leaf unveils | D |
| And through the sky with swiftly fleeting motion | C |
| Driv'n by the wind the rack of April sails | D |
| Then as the gust declines the stealing showers | E |
| Fall fresh and noiseless while at closing day | F |
| The low sun gleams on moist and half blown flowers | E |
| That promise garlands for approaching May | F |
| Bless'd are yon peasant children simply singing | A |
| Who through the new sprung grass rejoicing rove | G |
| More bless'd to whom the time fond thought is bringing | A |
| Of friends expected or returning love | H |
| The pensive wanderer bless'd to whom reflection | C |
| Points out some future views that soothe his mind | I |
| Me how unlike whom cruel recollection | C |
| But tells of comfort I shall never find | I |
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| Hope that on Nature's youth is still attending | A |
| No more to me her syren song shall sing | A |
| Never to me her influence extending | A |
| Shall I again enjoy the days of Spring | A |
| Yet how I loved them once these scenes remind me | J |
| When light of heart in childhood's thoughtless mirth | K |
| I reck'd not that the cruel lot assign'd me | J |
| Should make me curse the hour that gave me birth | K |
| Then from thy wild wood banks Aruna roving | A |
| Thy thymy downs with sportive steps I sought | L |
| And Nature's charms with artless transport loving | A |
| Sung like the birds unheeded and untaught | L |
| But now the springtide's pleasant hours returning | A |
| Serve to awaken me to sharper pain | M |
| Recalling scenes of agony and mourning | A |
| Of baffled hope and prayers preferr'd in vain | M |
| Thus shone the sun his vernal rays displaying | A |
| Thus did the woods in early verdure wave | N |
| While dire disease on all I loved was preying | A |
| And flowers seem'd rising but to strew her grave | N |
| Now 'mid reviving blooms I coldly languish | O |
| Spring seems devoid of joy to me alone | P |
| Each sound of pleasure aggravates my anguish | O |
| And speaks of beauty youth and sweetness gone | Q |
| Yet as stern duty bids with faint endeavour | R |
| I drag on life contending with my woe | S |
| Though conscious misery still repeats that never | R |
| My soul one pleasurable hour shall know | S |
| Lost in the tomb when Hope no more appeases | E |
| The fester'd wounds that prompt the eternal sigh | T |
| Grief the most fatal of the heart's diseases | E |
| Soon teaches whom it fastens on to die | T |
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| The wretch undone for pain alone existing | A |
| The abject dread of death shall sure subdue | L |
| And far from his decisive hand resisting | A |
| Rejoice to bid a world like this adieu | L |
Charlotte Smith
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