Summer Gone Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCADE FGGFHI JKKJLL MNNMO PQQPRR STTUV WXXWYY ZDA2ZAB2| SMALL wren mute pecking at the last red plum | A |
| Or twittering idly at the yellowing boughs | B |
| Fruit emptied over thy forsaken house | C |
| Birdie that seems to come | A |
| Telling we too have spent our little store | D |
| Our summer's o'er | E |
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| Poor robin driven in by rain storms wild | F |
| To lie submissive under household hands | G |
| With beating heart that no love understands | G |
| And scar d eye like a child | F |
| Who only knows that he is all alone | H |
| And summer's gone | I |
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| Pale leaves sent flying wide a frightened flock | J |
| On which the wolfish wind bursts out and tears | K |
| Those tender forms that lived in summer airs | K |
| Till taken at this shock | J |
| They like weak hearts when sudden grief sweeps by | L |
| Whirl drop and die | L |
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| All these things earthy of the earth do tell | M |
| This earth's perpetual story we belong | N |
| Unto another country and our song | N |
| Shall be no mortal knell | M |
| Though all the year's tale as our years run fast | O |
| Mourns 'summer's past ' | - |
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| O love immortal O perpetual youth | P |
| Whether in budding nooks it sits and sings | Q |
| As hundred poets in a hundred springs | Q |
| Or slaking passion's drouth | P |
| In wine press of affliction ever goes | R |
| Heavenward through woes | R |
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| O youth immortal O undying love | S |
| With these by winter fireside we'll sit down | T |
| Wearing our snows of honor like a crown | T |
| And sing as in a grove | U |
| Where the full nests ring out with happy cheer | V |
| 'Summer is here ' | - |
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| Roll round strange years swift seasons come and go | W |
| Ye leave upon us but an outward sign | X |
| Ye cannot touch the inward and divine | X |
| While God alone does know | W |
| There sealed till summers winters all shall cease | Y |
| In His deep peace | Y |
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| Therefore uprouse ye winds and howl your will | Z |
| Beat beat ye sobbing rains on pane and door | D |
| Enter slow footed age and thou obscure | A2 |
| Grand Angel not of ill | Z |
| Healer of every wound where'er thou come | A |
| Glad we'll go home | B2 |
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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