Of All The Sounds Despatched Abroad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFGC HIJKLMNIOJMJPQRS DCTCUFVWC

A
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Of all the Sounds despatched abroadB
There's not a Charge to meC
Like that old measure in the BoughsD
That phraseless MelodyC
The Wind does working like a HandE
Whose fingers Comb the SkyF
Then quiver down with tufts of TuneG
Permitted Gods and meC
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Inheritance it is to usH
Beyond the Art to EarnI
Beyond the trait to take awayJ
By Robber since the GainK
Is gotten not of fingersL
And inner than the BoneM
Hid golden for the whole of DaysN
And even in the UrnI
I cannot vouch the merry DustO
Do not arise and playJ
In some odd fashion of its ownM
Some quainter HolidayJ
When Winds go round and round in BandsP
And thrum upon the doorQ
And Birds take places overheadR
To bear them OrchestraS
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I crave Him grace of Summer BoughsD
If such an Outcast beC
Who never heard that fleshless ChantT
Rise solemn on the TreeC
As if some Caravan of SoundU
Off Deserts in the SkyF
Had parted RankV
Then knit and sweptW
In Seamless CompanyC

Emily Dickinson



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