To John Keats, Poet, At Spring Time Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEE AFAFAGGHGHGGII JAJAAKAKLMNM OOPPQQRRSS| I cannot hold my peace John Keats | A |
| There never was a spring like this | B |
| It is an echo that repeats | A |
| My last year's song and next year's bliss | B |
| I know in spite of all men say | C |
| Of Beauty you have felt her most | D |
| Yea even in your grave her way | C |
| Is laid Poor troubled lyric ghost | D |
| Spring never was so fair and dear | E |
| As Beauty makes her seem this year | E |
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| I cannot hold my peace John Keats | A |
| I am as helpless in the toil | F |
| Of Spring as any lamb that bleats | A |
| To feel the solid earth recoil | F |
| Beneath his puny legs Spring beats | A |
| her tocsin call to those who love her | G |
| And lo the dogwood petals cover | G |
| Her breast with drifts of snow and sleek | H |
| White gulls fly screaming to her and hover | G |
| About her shoulders and kiss her cheek | H |
| While white and purple lilacs muster | G |
| A strength that bears them to a cluster | G |
| Of color and odor for her sake | I |
| All things that slept are now awake | I |
| - | |
| And you and I shall we lie still | J |
| John Keats while Beauty summons us | A |
| Somehow I feel your sensitive will | J |
| Is pulsing up some tremulous | A |
| Sap road of a maple tree whose leaves | A |
| Grow music as they grow since your | K |
| Wild voice is in them a harp that grieves | A |
| For life that opens death's dark door | K |
| Though dust your fingers still can push | L |
| The Vision Splendid to a birth | M |
| Though now they work as grass in the hush | N |
| Of the night on the broad sweet page of the earth | M |
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| 'John Keats is dead ' they say but I | O |
| Who hear your full insistent cry | O |
| In bud and blossom leaf and tree | P |
| Know John Keats still writes poetry | P |
| And while my head is earthward bowed | Q |
| To read new life sprung from your shroud | Q |
| Folks seeing me must think it strange | R |
| That merely spring should so derange | R |
| My mind They do not know that you | S |
| John Keats keep revel with me too | S |
Countee Cullen
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