Jack In The Pulpit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGBABHIJIBBAB KBBBLBBBBMBMBJNJ BOBOBPBPBNQNRSBSBTLT UBVB BWLWXYZYBELEXA2AA2BB BBXB B2BBBBBRC2AC2

Jack in the pulpitA
Preaches to dayB
Under the green treesC
Just over the wayB
Squirrel and song sparrowD
High on their perchE
Hear the sweet lily bellsF
Ringing to churchE
Come hear what his reverenceG
Rises to sayB
In his low painted pulpitA
This calm Sabbath dayB
Fair is the canopyH
Over him seenI
Penciled by Nature's handJ
Black brown and greenI
Green is his surpliceB
Green are his bandsB
In his queer little pulpitA
The little priest standsB
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In black and gold velvetK
So gorgeous to seeB
Comes with his bass voiceB
The chorister beeB
Green fingers playingL
Unseen on wind lyresB
Low singing bird voicesB
These are his choirsB
The violets are deaconsB
I know by the signM
That the cups which they carryB
Are purple with wineM
And the columbines bravelyB
As sentinels standJ
On the look out with all theirN
Red trumpets in handJ
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Meek faced anemonesB
Drooping and sadO
Great yellow violetsB
Smiling out gladO
Buttercups' facesB
Beaming and brightP
Clovers with bonnetsB
Some red and some whiteP
Daisies their white fingersB
Half clasped in prayerN
Dandelions proud ofQ
The gold of their hairN
Innocents childrenR
Guileless and frailS
Meek little facesB
Upturned and paleS
Wild wood geraniumsB
All in their bestT
Languidly leaningL
In purple gauze dressedT
All are assembledU
This sweet Sabbath dayB
To hear what the priestV
In his pulpit will sayB
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Look white Indian pipesB
On the green mosses lieW
Who has been smokingL
Profanely so nighW
Rebuked by the preacherX
The mischief is stoppedY
But the sinners in hasteZ
Have their little pipes droppedY
Let the wind with the fragranceB
Of fern and black birchE
Blow the smell of the smokingL
Clean out of the churchE
So much for the preacherX
The sermon comes nextA2
Shall we tell how he preached itA
And where was his textA2
Alas like too manyB
Grown up folks who playB
At worship in churchesB
Man builded to dayB
We heard not the preacherX
Expound or discussB
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But we looked at the peopleB2
And they looked at usB
We saw all their dressesB
Their colors and shapesB
The trim of their bonnetsB
The cut of their capesB
We heard the wind organR
The bee and the birdC2
But of Jack in the pulpitA
We heard not a wordC2

Clara Smith



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Naida Beal: Very clever and well done
 
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