The Months: A Pageant Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Boys Girls | A |
January February | B |
March April | C |
July May | D |
August June | E |
October September | F |
December November | F |
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Robin Redbreasts Lambs and Sheep Nightingale and | G |
Nestlings | A |
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Various Flowers Fruits etc | H |
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Scene A Cottage with its Grounds | A |
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A room in a large comfortable cottage a fire burning on | I |
the hearth a table on which the breakfast things have | J |
been left standing January discovered seated by the | H |
fire | F |
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January | B |
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Cold the day and cold the drifted snow | K |
Dim the day until the cold dark night | L |
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Stirs the fire | F |
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Crackle sparkle fagot embers glow | K |
Some one may be plodding through the snow | K |
Longing for a light | L |
For the light that you and I can show | K |
If no one else should come | M |
Here Robin Redbreast's welcome to a crumb | M |
And never troublesome | M |
Robin why don't you come and fetch your crumb | M |
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Here's butter for my hunch of bread | N |
And sugar for your crumb | M |
Here's room upon the hearthrug | H |
If you'll only come | M |
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In your scarlet waistcoat | N |
With your keen bright eye | O |
Where are you loitering | H |
Wings were made to fly | O |
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Make haste to breakfast | N |
Come and fetch your crumb | M |
For I'm as glad to see you | P |
As you are glad to come | M |
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Two Robin Redbreasts are seen tapping with their beaks at | N |
the lattice which January opens The birds flutter in | Q |
hop about the floor and peck up the crumbs and sugar | F |
thrown to them They have scarcely finished their meal | R |
when a knock is heard at the door January hangs a | H |
guard in front of the fire and opens to February who | P |
appears with a bunch of snowdrops in her hand | N |
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January | B |
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Good morrow sister | F |
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February | B |
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Brother joy to you | P |
I've brought some snowdrops only just a few | P |
But quite enough to prove the world awake | H |
Cheerful and hopeful in the frosty dew | P |
And for the pale sun's sake | H |
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She hands a few of her snowdrops to January who retires | A |
into the background While February stands arranging | H |
the remaining snowdrops in a glass of water on the | H |
window sill a soft butting and bleating are heard outside | N |
She opens the door and sees one foremost lamb with | S |
other sheep and lambs bleating and crowding towards | A |
her | F |
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February | B |
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O you you little wonder come come in | Q |
You wonderful you woolly soft white lamb | T |
You panting mother ewe come too | P |
And lead that tottering twin | Q |
Safe in | Q |
Bring all your bleating kith and kin | Q |
Except the horny ram | T |
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February opens a second door in the background and the | H |
little flock files through into a warm and sheltered compartment | N |
out of sight | N |
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The lambkin tottering in its walk | H |
With just a fleece to wear | U |
The snowdrop drooping on its stalk | H |
So slender | F |
Snowdrop and lamb a pretty pair | U |
Braving the cold for our delight | N |
Both white | N |
Both tender | F |
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A rattling of doors and windows branches seen without | N |
tossing violently to and fro | K |
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How the doors rattle and the branches sway | D |
Here's brother March comes whirling on his way | D |
With winds that eddy and sing | H |
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She turns the handle of the door which bursts open and | N |
discloses March hastening up both hands full of violets | A |
and anemones | A |
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February | B |
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Come show me what you bring | H |
For I have said my say fulfilled my day | D |
And must away | D |
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March | V |
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Stopping short on the threshold | N |
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I blow an arouse | A |
Through the world's wide house | A |
To quicken the torpid earth | W |
Grappling I fling | H |
Each feeble thing | H |
But bring strong life to the birth | W |
I wrestle and frown | X |
And topple down | X |
I wrench I rend I uproot | N |
Yet the violet | N |
Is born where I set | N |
The sole of my flying foot | N |
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Hands violets and anemones to February who retires into | P |
the background | N |
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And in my wake | H |
Frail wind flowers quake | H |
And the catkins promise fruit | N |
I drive ocean ashore | Y |
With rush and roar | Y |
And he cannot say me nay | D |
My harpstrings all | Z |
Are the forests tall | Z |
Making music when I play | D |
And as others perforce | A |
So I on my course | A |
Run and needs must run | A2 |
With sap on the mount | N |
And buds past count | N |
And rivers and clouds and sun | A2 |
With seasons and breath | B2 |
And time and death | B2 |
And all that has yet begun | A2 |
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Before March has done speaking a voice is heard approaching | H |
accompanied by a twittering of birds April comes | A |
along singing and stands outside and out of sight to finish | C2 |
her song | H |
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April | C |
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Outside | N |
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Pretty little three | B |
Sparrows in a tree | B |
Light upon the wing | H |
Though you cannot sing | H |
You can chirp of Spring | H |
Chirp of Spring to me | B |
Sparrows from your tree | B |
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Never mind the showers | A |
Chirp about the flowers | A |
While you build a nest | N |
Straws from east and west | N |
Feathers from your breast | N |
Make the snuggest bowers | A |
In a world of flowers | A |
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You must dart away | D |
From the chosen spray | D |
You intrusive third | N |
Extra little bird | N |
Join the unwedded herd | N |
These have done with play | D |
And must work to day | D |
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April | C |
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Appearing at the open door | Y |
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Good morrow and good bye if others fly | O |
Of all the flying months you're the most flying | H |
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March | V |
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You're hope and sweetness April | C |
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April | C |
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Birth means dying | H |
As wings and wind mean flying | H |
So you and I and all things fly or die | O |
And sometimes I sit sighing to think of dying | H |
But meanwhile I've a rainbow in my showers | A |
And a lapful of flowers | A |
And these dear nestlings aged three hours | A |
And here's their mother sitting | H |
Their father's merely flitting | H |
To find their breakfast somewhere in my bowers | A |
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As she speaks April shows March her apron full of flowers | A |
and nest full of birds March wanders away into the | H |
grounds April without entering the cottage hangs over | F |
the hungry nestlings watching them | D2 |
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April | C |
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What beaks you have you funny things | A |
What voices shrill and weak | H |
Who'd think that anything that sings | A |
Could sing through such a beak | H |
Yet you'll be nightingales one day | D |
And charm the country side | N |
When I'm away and far away | D |
And May is queen and bride | N |
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May arrives unperceived by April and gives her a kiss | A |
April starts and looks round | N |
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April | C |
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Ah May good morrow May and so good bye | O |
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May | D |
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That's just your way sweet April smile and sigh | O |
Your sorrow's half in fun | A2 |
Begun and done | A2 |
And turned to joy while twenty seconds run | A2 |
I've gathered flowers all as I came along | H |
At every step a flower | F |
Fed by your last bright shower | F |
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She divides an armful of all sorts of flowers with April who | P |
strolls away through the garden | A2 |
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May | D |
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And gathering flowers I listened to the song | H |
Of every bird in bower | F |
The world and I are far too full of bliss | A |
To think or plan or toil or care | U |
The sun is waxing strong | H |
The days are waxing long | H |
And all that is | A |
Is fair | U |
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Here are my buds of lily and of rose | A |
And here's my namesake blossom may | D |
And from a watery spot | N |
See here forget me not | N |
With all that blows | A |
To day | D |
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Hark to my linnets from the hedges green | E2 |
Blackbird and lark and thrush and dove | F2 |
And every nightingale | G2 |
And cuckoo tells its tale | G2 |
And all they mean | E2 |
Is love | F2 |
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June appears at the further end of the garden coming slowly | B |
towards May who seeing her exclaims | A |
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May | D |
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Surely you're come too early sister June | E |
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June | E |
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Indeed I feel as if I came too soon | E |
To round your young May moon | E |
And set the world a gasping at my noon | E |
Yet come I must So here are strawberries | A |
Sun flushed and sweet as many as you please | A |
And here are full blown roses by the score | Y |
More roses and yet more | Y |
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May eating strawberries withdraws among the flower beds | A |
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June | E |
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The sun does all my long day's work for me | B |
Raises and ripens everything | H |
I need but sit beneath a leafy tree | B |
And watch and sing | H |
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Seats herself in the shadow of a laburnum | B |
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Or if I'm lulled by note of bird and bee | B |
Or lulled by noontide's silence deep | H2 |
I need but nestle down beneath my tree | B |
And drop asleep | H2 |
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June falls asleep and is not awakened by the voice of July | O |
who behind the scenes is heard half singing half calling | H |
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July | O |
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Behind the scenes | A |
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Blue flags yellow flags flags all freckled | N |
Which will you take yellow blue speckled | N |
Take which you will speckled blue yellow | K |
Each in its way has not a fellow | K |
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Enter July a basket of many colored irises slung upon his | A |
shoulders a bunch of ripe grass in one hand and a plate | N |
piled full of peaches balanced upon the other He steals | A |
up to June and tickles her with the grass She wakes | A |
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June | E |
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What here already | B |
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July | O |
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Nay my tryst is kept | N |
The longest day slipped by you while you slept | N |
I've brought you one curved pyramid of bloom | B |
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Hands her the plate | N |
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Not flowers but peaches gathered where the bees | A |
As downy bask and boom | B |
In sunshine and in gloom of trees | A |
But get you in a storm is at my heels | A |
The whirlwind whistles and wheels | A |
Lightning flashes and thunder peals | A |
Flying and following hard upon my heels | A |
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June takes shelter in a thickly woven arbor | F |
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July | O |
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The roar of a storm sweeps up | I2 |
From the east to the lurid west | N |
The darkening sky like a cup | I2 |
Is filled with rain to the brink | H |
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The sky is purple and fire | F |
Blackness and noise and unrest | N |
The earth parched with desire | F |
Opens her mouth to drink | H |
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Send forth thy thunder and fire | F |
Turn over thy brimming cup | I2 |
O sky appease the desire | F |
Of earth in her parched unrest | N |
Pour out drink to her thirst | N |
Her famishing life lift up | I2 |
Make thyself fair as at first | N |
With a rainbow for thy crest | N |
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Have done with thunder and fire | F |
O sky with the rainbow crest | N |
O earth have done with desire | F |
Drink and drink deep and rest | N |
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Enter August carrying a sheaf made up of different kinds of | F2 |
grain | J2 |
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July | O |
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Hail brother August flushed and warm | B |
And scatheless from my storm | B |
Your hands are full of corn I see | A |
As full as hands can be | A |
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And earth and air both smell as sweet as balm | B |
In their recovered calm | B |
And that they owe to me | A |
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July retires into a shrubbery | A |
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August | N |
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Wheat sways heavy oats are airy | A |
Barley bows a graceful head | N |
Short and small shoots up canary | A |
Each of these is some one's bread | N |
Bread for man or bread for beast | N |
Or at very least | N |
A bird's savory feast | N |
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Men are brethren of each other | F |
One in flesh and one in food | N |
And a sort of foster brother | F |
Is the litter or the brood | N |
Of that folk in fur or feather | F |
Who with men together | F |
Breast the wind and weather | F |
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August descries September toiling across the lawn | K2 |
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August | N |
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My harvest home is ended and I spy | O |
September drawing nigh | O |
With the first thought of Autumn in her eye | O |
And the first sigh | O |
Of Autumn wind among her locks that fly | O |
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September arrives carrying upon her head a basket heaped | N |
high with fruit | N |
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September | F |
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Unload me brother I have brought a few | P |
Plums and these pears for you | P |
A dozen kinds of apples one or two | P |
Melons some figs all bursting through | P |
Their skins and pearled with dew | P |
These damsons violet blue | P |
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While September is speaking August lifts the basket to the | H |
ground selects various fruits and withdraws slowly along | H |
the gravel walk eating a pear as he goes | A |
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September | F |
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My song is half a sigh | O |
Because my green leaves die | O |
Sweet are my fruits but all my leaves are dying | H |
And well may Autumn sigh | O |
And well may I | O |
Who watch the sere leaves flying | H |
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My leaves that fade and fall | Z |
I note you one and all | Z |
I call you and the Autumn wind is calling | H |
Lamenting for your fall | Z |
And for the pall | L2 |
You spread on earth in falling | H |
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And here's a song of flowers to suit such hours | A |
A song of the last lilies the last flowers | A |
Amid my withering bowers | A |
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In the sunny garden bed | N |
Lilies look so pale | G2 |
Lilies droop the head | N |
In the shady grassy vale | G2 |
If all alike they pine | M2 |
In shade and in shine | M2 |
If everywhere they grieve | N2 |
Where will lilies live | O2 |
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October enters briskly some leafy twigs bearing different | N |
sorts of nuts in one hand and a long ripe hop bine trailing | H |
after him from the other A dahlia is stuck in his | A |
buttonhole | P2 |
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October | F |
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Nay cheer up sister Life is not quite over | F |
Even if the year has done with corn and clover | F |
With flowers and leaves besides in fact it's true | P |
Some leaves remain and some flowers too | P |
For me and you | P |
Now see my crops | A |
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Offering his produce to September | F |
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I've brought you nuts and hops | A |
And when the leaf drops why the walnut drops | A |
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October wreaths the hop bine about September's neck and | N |
gives her the nut twigs They enter the cottage together | F |
but without shutting the door She steps into the background | N |
he advances to the hearth removes the guard | N |
stirs up the smouldering fire and arranges several chestnuts | A |
ready to roast | N |
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October | F |
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Crack your first nut and light your first fire | F |
Roast your first chestnut crisp on the bar | Q2 |
Make the logs sparkle stir the blaze higher | F |
Logs are cheery as sun or as star | Q2 |
Logs we can find wherever we are | Q2 |
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Spring one soft day will open the leaves | A |
Spring one bright day will lure back the flowers | A |
Never fancy my whistling wind grieves | A |
Never fancy I've tears in my showers | A |
Dance nights and days and dance on my hours | A |
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Sees November approaching | H |
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October | F |
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Here comes my youngest sister looking dim | B |
And grim | B |
With dismal ways | A |
What cheer November | F |
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November | F |
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Entering and shutting the door | Y |
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Nought have I to bring | H |
Tramping a chill and shivering | H |
Except these pine cones for a blaze | A |
Except a fog which follows | A |
And stuffs up all the hollows | A |
Except a hoar frost here and there | U |
Except some shooting stars | A |
Which dart their luminous cars | A |
Trackless and noiseless through the keen night air | U |
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October shrugging his shoulders withdraws into the background | N |
while November throws her pine cones on the | H |
fire and sits down listlessly | A |
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November | F |
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The earth lies fast asleep grown tired | N |
Of all that's high or deep | H2 |
There's nought desired and nought required | N |
Save a sleep | H2 |
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I rock the cradle of the earth | W |
I lull her with a sigh | O |
And know that she will wake to mirth | W |
By and by | O |
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Through the window December is seen running and leaping | H |
in the direction of the door He knocks | A |
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November | F |
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Calls out without rising | H |
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Ah here's my youngest brother come at last | N |
Come in December | F |
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He opens the door and enters loaded with evergreens in | Q |
berry etc | H |
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November | F |
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Come and shut the door | Y |
For now it's snowing fast | N |
It snows and will snow more and more | Y |
Don't let it drift in on the floor | Y |
But you you're all aglow how can you be | A |
Rosy and warm and smiling in the cold | N |
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December | F |
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Nay no closed doors for me | A |
But open doors and open hearts and glee | A |
To welcome young and old | N |
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Dimmest and brightest month am I | O |
My short days end my lengthening days begin | Q |
What matters more or less sun in the sky | O |
When all is sun within | Q |
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He begins making a wreath as he sings | A |
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Ivy and privet dark as night | N |
I weave with hips and haws a cheerful show | K |
And holly for a beauty and delight | N |
And milky mistletoe | K |
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While high above them all I set | N |
Yew twigs and Christmas roses pure and pale | G2 |
Then Spring her snowdrop and her violet | N |
May keep so sweet and frail | G2 |
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May keep each merry singing bird | N |
Of all her happy birds that singing build | N |
For I've a carol which some shepherds heard | N |
Once in a wintry field | N |
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While December concludes his song all the other Months | A |
troop in from the garden or advance out of the background | N |
The Twelve join hands in a circle and begin | Q |
dancing round to a stately measure as the Curtain falls | A |
Christina Rossetti
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