The Idlers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBA CCDEED FFGHHG DDIAAI AAAAAA JJKLLK MMNAAN OOAAAA AAPAAP| The sun's red pulses beat | A |
| Full prodigal of heat | A |
| Full lavish of its lustre unrepressed | A |
| But we have drifted far | B |
| From where his kisses are | B |
| And in this landward lying shade we let our paddles rest | A |
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| The river deep and still | C |
| The maple mantled hill | C |
| The little yellow beach whereon we lie | D |
| The puffs of heated breeze | E |
| All sweetly whisper These | E |
| Are days that only come in a Canadian July | D |
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| So silently we two | F |
| Lounge in our still canoe | F |
| Nor fate nor fortune matters to us now | G |
| So long as we alone | H |
| May call this dream our own | H |
| The breeze may die the sail may droop we care not when or how | G |
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| Against the thwart near by | D |
| Inactively you lie | D |
| And all too near my arm your temple bends | I |
| Your indolently crude | A |
| Abandoned attitude | A |
| Is one of ease and art in which a perfect languor blends | I |
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| Your costume loose and light | A |
| Leaves unconcealed your might | A |
| Of muscle half suspected half defined | A |
| And falling well aside | A |
| Your vesture opens wide | A |
| Above your splendid sunburnt throat that pulses unconfined | A |
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| With easy unreserve | J |
| Across the gunwale's curve | J |
| Your arm superb is lying brown and bare | K |
| Your hand just touches mine | L |
| With import firm and fine | L |
| I kiss the very wind that blows about your tumbled hair | K |
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| Ah Dear I am unwise | M |
| In echoing your eyes | M |
| Whene'er they leave their far off gaze and turn | N |
| To melt and blur my sight | A |
| For every other light | A |
| Is servile to your cloud grey eyes wherein cloud shadows burn | N |
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| But once the silence breaks | O |
| But once your ardour wakes | O |
| To words that humanize this lotus land | A |
| So perfect and complete | A |
| Those burning words and sweet | A |
| So perfect is the single kiss your lips lay on my hand | A |
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| The paddles lie disused | A |
| The fitful breeze abused | A |
| Has dropped to slumber with no after blow | P |
| And hearts will pay the cost | A |
| For you and I have lost | A |
| More than the homeward blowing wind that died an hour ago | P |
Emily Pauline Johnson
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