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 DDUUD

Two brothers Oakes and OliverA
Two gentle men as ever wereA
Would roam no longer but abideB
In Linndale where their fathers diedB
And each would be a gardenerA
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Now first we fence the garden throughC
With this for me and that for youC
Said Oliver Divine said OakesD
And I while I raise artichokesD
Will do what I was born to doC
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But this is not the soil you knowE
Said Oliver to make them growE
The parent of us who is deadF
Compassionately shook his headF
Once on a time and told me soE
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I hear you gentle OliverA
Said Oakes and in your characterA
I find as fair a thing indeedG
As ever bloomed and ran to seedG
Since Adam was a gardenerA
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Still whatsoever I find thereH
Forgive me if I do not shareH
The knowing gloom that you take onI
Of one who doubted and is doneJ
For chemistry meets every prayerH
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Sometimes a rock will meet a ploughK
Said Oliver but anyhowK
'Tis here we are 'tis here we liveL
With each to take and each to giveM
There's no room for a quarrel nowK
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I leave you in all gentlenessN
To science and a ripe successO
Now God be with you brother OakesD
With you and with your artichokesD
You have the vision more or lessO
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By fate that gives to me no choiceP
I have the vision and the voiceP
Dear Oliver believe in meQ
And we shall see what we shall seeQ
Henceforward let us both rejoiceP
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But first while we have joy to spareH
We'll plant a little here and thereH
And if you be not in the wrongR
We'll sing together such a songR
As no man yet sings anywhereH
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They planted and with fruitful eyesS
Attended each his enterpriseS
Now days will come and days will goE
And many a way be found we knowE
Said Oakes and we shall sing likewiseS
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The days will go the years will goE
And many a song be sung we knowE
Said Oliver and if there beQ
Good harvesting for you and meQ
Who cares if we sing loud or lowE
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They planted once and twice and thriceT
Like amateurs in paradiseT
And every spring fond foiled elateU
Said Oakes We are in tune with FateU
One season longer will sufficeT
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Year after year 'twas all the sameV
With none to envy none to blameV
They lived along in innocenceW
Nor ever once forgot the fenceX
Till on a day the Stranger cameV
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He came to greet them where they wereA
And he too was a GardenerA
He stood between these gentle menY
He stayed a little while and thenY
The land was all for OliverA
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'Tis Oliver who tills aloneZ
Two gardens that are now his ownZ
'Tis Oliver who sows and reapsA2
And listens while the other sleepsA2
For songs undreamed of and unknownZ
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'Tis he the gentle anchoriteU
Who listens for them day and nightU
But most he hears them in the dawnB2
When from his trees across the lawnB2
Birds ring the chorus of the lightU
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He cannot sing without the voiceP
But he may worship and rejoiceP
For patience in him to remainC2
The chosen heir of age and painC2
Instead of Oakes who had no choiceP
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'Tis Oliver who sits besideU
The other's grave at eventideU
And smokes and wonders what new raceD2
Will have two gardens by God's graceD2
In Linndale where their fathers diedU
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And often while he sits and smokesD
He sees the ghost of gentle OakesD
Uprooting with a restless handU
Soft shadowy flowers in a landU
Of asphodels and artichokesD

Edwin Arlington Robinson



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