Four Springtimes Lost: And In The Fifth We Stand Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACBCADEDAEFGHIIFJE GHKKELLGMELMG| Four springtimes lost and in the fifth we stand | A |
| here in this quiet hour of glory still | B |
| while o'er the bridal land | A |
| the westering sun dwells in untroubled gold | C |
| a bridegroom proud of his permitted will | B |
| whom grateful rapture suffers not be bold | C |
| but tender now and bland | A |
| his amber locks and bended gaze are shed | D |
| brimming above the couch'd and happy clime | E |
| all is content and ripe delight full fed | D |
| And as your fingers brush my hand | A |
| so too the winning time | E |
| would charm me from regretful reverie | F |
| that keeps me somewhat sad remembering | G |
| not the old woodland days for thou art near | H |
| and hold'st them safely hid | I |
| to rise and shine again when waning skies shall bid | I |
| but later dawns o' the year away from thee | F |
| liv'd thro' even here | J |
| and golden embraces of the light hearted time | E |
| when I was sad at heart remembering | G |
| the clear enchantments of our single year | H |
| our woodland prime of love its violet budded vow | K |
| receding ever now | K |
| farther and farther down the past a gleam | E |
| that turns to softest pearl the luminous haze | L |
| drifting between in from the golden days | L |
| when I was sad at inmost heart remembering | G |
| thee and the woodland season of bright laughter | M |
| so in my perverse and most loitering dream | E |
| O fading fading days | L |
| each season claims the homage due long after | M |
| its glory has faded to an outcast thing | G |
Christopher John Brennan
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