Silvia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEDD FCGCHC CIJK LK CMNMC COPOQO RRSS TT CUCUCRUR VW CCCUCUCLUL GG TTXXTSSYYZZ A2B2A2B2C2C2C2B2 A2D2 A2D2YYYO A2LA2LCCCL E2E2E2OF2OF2O CCG2G2CCCCI still remember how she moved | A |
Among the rathe wild blooms she loved | B |
When Spring came tip toe down the slopes | C |
Atremble 'twixt her doubts and hopes | C |
Half fearful and all virginal | D |
How Silvia sought this dell to call | E |
Her flowers into full festival | D |
And chid them with this madrigal | D |
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The busy spider hangs the brush | F |
With filmy gossamers | C |
The frogs are croaking in the creek | G |
The sluggish blacksnake stirs | C |
But still the ground is bare of bloom | H |
Beneath the fragrant firs | C |
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Arise arise O briar rose | C |
And sleepy violet | I |
Awake awake anemone | J |
Your wintry dreams forget | K |
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For shame you tardy marigold | L |
Are you not budded yet | K |
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The Swallow's back and claims the eaves | C |
That last year were his home | M |
The Robin follows where the plow | N |
Breaks up the crusted loam | M |
And Red wings spies the Thrush and pipes | C |
'Look Speckle breast is come ' | - |
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Up blooms and storm the wooded slopes | C |
The lowlands and the plain | O |
Blow jonquil blow your golden horn | P |
Across the ranks of rain | O |
To arms to arms and put to flight | Q |
The Winter's broken train | O |
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She paused beside this selfsame rill | R |
And as she ceased a daffodil | R |
Held up reproachfully his head | S |
And fluttered into speech and said | S |
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Chide not the flowers You little know | T |
Of all their travail 'neath the snow | T |
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Their struggling hours | C |
Of choking sorrow underground | U |
Chide not the flowers | C |
You little guess of that profound | U |
And blind dumb agony of ours | C |
Yet victor here beside the rill | R |
I greet the light that I have found | U |
A Daffodil | R |
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And when the Daffodil was done | V |
A boastful Marigold spake on | W |
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Oh chide the white frost if you choose | C |
The heavy clod so hard to loose | C |
The preying powers | C |
Of worm and insect underground | U |
Chide not the flowers | C |
For spite of scathe and cruel wound | U |
Unconquered by the sunless hours | C |
I rise in regal pride a bold | L |
And golden hearted golden crowned | U |
Marsh Marigold | L |
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And when she came no more her creek | G |
Would not believe but bade us seek | G |
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Hither yon and to and fro | T |
Everywhere that children go | T |
When the Spring | X |
Is on the wing | X |
And the winds of April blow | T |
I will never think her dead | S |
She will come again it said | S |
And then the birds that use the vale | Y |
Broken hearted turned the tale | Y |
Into syllables of song | Z |
And chirped it half a summer long | Z |
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Silvia Silvia | A2 |
Be our Song once more | B2 |
Our vale revisit Silvia | A2 |
And be our Song once more | B2 |
For joy lies sleeping in the lute | C2 |
The merry pipe the woodland flute | C2 |
And all the pleading reeds are mute | C2 |
That breathed to thee of yore | B2 |
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Silvia Silvia | A2 |
Be our Moon again | D2 |
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Shine on our valley Silvia | A2 |
And be our Moon again | D2 |
The fluffy owl and nightingale | Y |
Flit silent through the darkling vale | Y |
Or utter only words of wail | Y |
From throats all harsh with pain | O |
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Silvia Silvia | A2 |
Be Springtime as of old | L |
Come clad in laughter Silvia | A2 |
Our Springtime as of old | L |
The waiting lowlands and the hills | C |
Are tremulous with daffodils | C |
Unblown until thy footstep thrills | C |
Their promise into gold | L |
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And musing on her here I too | E2 |
Must wonder if it can be true | E2 |
She died as other mortals do | E2 |
The thought would fit her more to feign | O |
That full of life and unaware | F2 |
That earth holds aught of grief or stain | O |
The fairies stole and hold her where | F2 |
Death enters not nor strife nor pain | O |
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That drowsing on some bed of pansies | C |
By Titania's necromancies | C |
Her senses were to slumber lulled | G2 |
Deeply sunken steeped and dulled | G2 |
And by wafture of swift pinions | C |
She was borne out through earth's portals | C |
To the fairy queen's dominions | C |
To some land of the immortals | C |
Don Marquis
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