Two Gardens In Linndale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBA CCDDC EEFFE AAGGA HHIJH KKLMK NODDO PPQQP HHRRH SSEES EEQQE TTUUT VVWXV AAYYA ZZA2A2Z UUB2B2U PPC2C2P UUD2D2U DDUUDTwo brothers Oakes and Oliver | A |
Two gentle men as ever were | A |
Would roam no longer but abide | B |
In Linndale where their fathers died | B |
And each would be a gardener | A |
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Now first we fence the garden through | C |
With this for me and that for you | C |
Said Oliver Divine said Oakes | D |
And I while I raise artichokes | D |
Will do what I was born to do | C |
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But this is not the soil you know | E |
Said Oliver to make them grow | E |
The parent of us who is dead | F |
Compassionately shook his head | F |
Once on a time and told me so | E |
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I hear you gentle Oliver | A |
Said Oakes and in your character | A |
I find as fair a thing indeed | G |
As ever bloomed and ran to seed | G |
Since Adam was a gardener | A |
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Still whatsoever I find there | H |
Forgive me if I do not share | H |
The knowing gloom that you take on | I |
Of one who doubted and is done | J |
For chemistry meets every prayer | H |
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Sometimes a rock will meet a plough | K |
Said Oliver but anyhow | K |
'Tis here we are 'tis here we live | L |
With each to take and each to give | M |
There's no room for a quarrel now | K |
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I leave you in all gentleness | N |
To science and a ripe success | O |
Now God be with you brother Oakes | D |
With you and with your artichokes | D |
You have the vision more or less | O |
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By fate that gives to me no choice | P |
I have the vision and the voice | P |
Dear Oliver believe in me | Q |
And we shall see what we shall see | Q |
Henceforward let us both rejoice | P |
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But first while we have joy to spare | H |
We'll plant a little here and there | H |
And if you be not in the wrong | R |
We'll sing together such a song | R |
As no man yet sings anywhere | H |
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They planted and with fruitful eyes | S |
Attended each his enterprise | S |
Now days will come and days will go | E |
And many a way be found we know | E |
Said Oakes and we shall sing likewise | S |
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The days will go the years will go | E |
And many a song be sung we know | E |
Said Oliver and if there be | Q |
Good harvesting for you and me | Q |
Who cares if we sing loud or low | E |
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They planted once and twice and thrice | T |
Like amateurs in paradise | T |
And every spring fond foiled elate | U |
Said Oakes We are in tune with Fate | U |
One season longer will suffice | T |
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Year after year 'twas all the same | V |
With none to envy none to blame | V |
They lived along in innocence | W |
Nor ever once forgot the fence | X |
Till on a day the Stranger came | V |
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He came to greet them where they were | A |
And he too was a Gardener | A |
He stood between these gentle men | Y |
He stayed a little while and then | Y |
The land was all for Oliver | A |
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'Tis Oliver who tills alone | Z |
Two gardens that are now his own | Z |
'Tis Oliver who sows and reaps | A2 |
And listens while the other sleeps | A2 |
For songs undreamed of and unknown | Z |
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'Tis he the gentle anchorite | U |
Who listens for them day and night | U |
But most he hears them in the dawn | B2 |
When from his trees across the lawn | B2 |
Birds ring the chorus of the light | U |
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He cannot sing without the voice | P |
But he may worship and rejoice | P |
For patience in him to remain | C2 |
The chosen heir of age and pain | C2 |
Instead of Oakes who had no choice | P |
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'Tis Oliver who sits beside | U |
The other's grave at eventide | U |
And smokes and wonders what new race | D2 |
Will have two gardens by God's grace | D2 |
In Linndale where their fathers died | U |
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And often while he sits and smokes | D |
He sees the ghost of gentle Oakes | D |
Uprooting with a restless hand | U |
Soft shadowy flowers in a land | U |
Of asphodels and artichokes | D |
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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