Mid-august Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCBDDC BDDBBEEB FDDGFDDG HBBIHBBI DJJKDKKK IKKIIDDI KDDDKDDD HKKDHIID DKKDDDDD HIIKHKKK

From the upland hiddenA
Where the hill is sunnyB
Tawny like pure honeyB
In the August heatC
Memories float unbiddenB
Where the thicket serriesD
Fragrant with ripe berriesD
And the milk weed sweetC
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Like a prayer mat holyB
Are the patterned mossesD
Which the twin flower crossesD
With her flowerless vineB
In fragile melancholyB
The pallid ghost flowers hoverE
As if to guard and coverE
The shadow of a shrineB
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Where the pine linnet lingeredF
The pale water searchesD
The roots of gleaming birchesD
Draw silver from the lakeG
The ripples liquid fingeredF
Plucking the root layersD
Fairy like lute playersD
Lulling music makeG
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O to lie here broodingH
Where the pine tree columnB
Rises dark and solemnB
To the airy lairI
Where the day eludingH
Night is couched dream ladenB
Like a deep witch maidenB
Hidden in her hairI
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In filmy evanescenceD
Wraithlike scents assembleJ
Then dissolve and trembleJ
A little until they dieK
Spirits of the florescenceD
Where the bees searched and tarriedK
Till the blossoms all were marriedK
In the days before JulyK
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Light has lost its splendourI
Light refined and siftedK
Cool light and dream driftedK
Ventures even whereI
Seeping silver tenderI
In the dim recessesD
Trembling mid her tressesD
Hides the maiden hairI
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Covered with the shy lightK
Filling in the hushesD
Slide the tawny thrushesD
Calling to their broodsD
Hoarding till the twilightK
The song that made for noon daysD
Of the amorous June daysD
Preludes and interludesD
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The joy that I am feelingH
Is there something in itK
Unlike the warble the linnetK
Phrases and intonesD
Or is a like thought stealingH
With a rapture fine freeI
Through the happy pine treeI
Ripening her conesD
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In some high existenceD
In another planetK
Where their poets cannotK
Know our birds and flowersD
Does the same persistenceD
Give the dreams they issueD
Something like the tissueD
Of these dreams of oursD
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O to lie athinkingH
Moods and whims I fancyI
Only necromancyI
Could the web unrollK
Only somehow linkingH
Beauties that meet and mingleK
In this quiet dingleK
With the beauty of the wholeK

Duncan Campbell Scott



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