Songs Of A Country Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBB CCC DDE A FGFHHIJI KLMLLNON A PPPPP PPPAPPPPPA QQRR PPSTI | A |
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Who has not felt his heart leap up and glow | B |
What time the Tulips first begin to blow | B |
Has one sweet joy still left for him to know | B |
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It is like early love's imagining | C |
That fragile pleasure which the Tulips bring | C |
When suddenly we see them in the Spring | C |
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Not all the garden's later royal train | D |
Not great triumphant Roses when they reign | D |
Can bring that delicate delight again | E |
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II | A |
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One of the sweetest hours is this | F |
Of all I think we like it best | G |
A little restful oasis | F |
Between the breakfast and the post | H |
Just south of coffee and of toast | H |
Just north of daily task and duty | I |
Just west of dreams this island gleams | J |
A fertile spot of peace and beauty | I |
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We wander out across the lawn | K |
We idle by a bush in bloom | L |
The household pets come following on | M |
Or if the day is one of gloom | L |
We loiter in a pleasant room | L |
Or from a casement lean and chatter | N |
Then comes the mail like sudden hail | O |
And off we scatter | N |
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III | A |
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When Roses die in languid August days | P |
We leave the garden to its fallen ways | P |
And seek the shelter of wide porticoes | P |
Where Honeysuckle in defiance blows | P |
Undaunted by the sun's too ardent rays | P |
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The matron Summer turns a wistful gaze | P |
Across green valleys back to tender Mays | P |
And something of her large contentment goes | P |
When Roses die | A |
Yet all her subtle fascination stays | P |
To lure us into idle sweet delays | P |
The lowered awning by the hammock shows | P |
Inviting nooks for dreaming and repose | P |
Oh restful are the pleasures of those days | P |
When Roses die | A |
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IV | - |
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The summer folk fled back to town | Q |
The green woods changed to red and brown | Q |
A sound upon the frosty air | R |
Of windows closing everywhere | R |
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And then the log lapped by a blaze | P |
Oh what is better than these days | P |
With books and friends and love a near | S |
Go on gay world but leave me here | T |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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