The Peter-bird Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCD EFEGGHEIEAIAG AEAIEDEA JGCGIE KA IGEEEDEALA EAGGMDGGGGNA AGDEA EMEACODGD AAAABAEMEOGGAIP CAADQEAMAGADA GGEARGGCG CGERSA ITGSEAIAUDVAGGA CCEAGGEGDEWP EGDGXEADAAEDQOut of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter | A |
And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes it over | A |
Down in the pasture the sheep hear that strange crying for Peter | A |
Over the meadows that call is aye and forever repeated | B |
So let me tell you the tale when where and how it all happened | C |
And when the story is told let us pay heed to the lesson | D |
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Once on a time long ago lived in the State of Kentucky | E |
One that was reckoned a witch full of strange spells and devices | F |
Nightly she wandered the woods searching for charms voodooistic | E |
Scorpions lizards and herbs dormice chameleons and plantains | G |
Serpents and caw caws and bats screech owls and crickets and adders | G |
These were the guides of that witch through the dank deeps of the forest | H |
Then with her roots and her herbs back to her cave in the morning | E |
Ambled that hussy to brew spells of unspeakable evil | I |
And when the people awoke seeing that hillside and valley | E |
Sweltered in swathes as of mist Look they would whisper in terror | A |
Look the old witch is at work brewing her spells of great evil | I |
Then would they pray till the sun darting his rays through the vapor | A |
Lifted the smoke from the earth and baffled the witch's intentions | G |
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One of the boys at that time was a certain young person named Peter | A |
Given too little to work given too largely to dreaming | E |
Fonder of books than of chores you can imagine that Peter | A |
Led a sad life on the farm causing his parents much trouble | I |
Peter his mother would call the cream is a'ready for churning | E |
Peter his father would cry go grub at the weeds in the garden | D |
So it was Peter all day calling reminding and chiding | E |
Peter neglected his work therefore that nagging at Peter | A |
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Peter got hold of some books how I'm unable to tell you | J |
Some have suspected the witch this is no place for suspicions | G |
It is sufficient to stick close to the thread of the legend | C |
Nor is it stated or guessed what was the trend of those volumes | G |
What thing soever it was done with a pen and a pencil | I |
Wrought with a brain not a hoe surely 't was hostile to farming | E |
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Fudge on all readin' they quoth or that's what's the ruin of | K |
Peter | A |
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So when the mornings were hot under the beech or the maple | I |
Cushioned in grass that was blue breathing the breath of the blossoms | G |
Lulled by the hum of the bees the coo of the ring doves a mating | E |
Peter would frivol his time at reading or lazing or dreaming | E |
Peter his mother would call the cream is a'ready for churning | E |
Peter his father would cry go grub at the weeds in the garden | D |
Peter and Peter all day calling reminding and chiding | E |
Peter neglected his chores therefore that outcry for Peter | A |
Therefore the neighbors allowed evil would surely befall him | L |
Yes on account of these things ruin would come upon Peter | A |
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Surely enough on a time reading and lazing and dreaming | E |
Wrought the calamitous ill all had predicted for Peter | A |
For of a morning in spring when lay the mist in the valleys | G |
See quoth the folk how the witch breweth her evil decoctions | G |
See how the smoke from her fire broodeth on woodland and meadow | M |
Grant that the sun cometh out to smother the smudge of her caldron | D |
She hath been forth in the night full of her spells and devices | G |
Roaming the marshes and dells for heathenish magical nostrums | G |
Digging in leaves and at stumps for centipedes pismires and spiders | G |
Grubbing in poisonous pools for hot salamanders and toadstools | G |
Charming the bats from the flues snaring the lizards by twilight | N |
Sucking the scorpion's egg and milking the breast of the adder | A |
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Peter derided these things held in such faith by the farmer | A |
Scouted at magic and charms hooted at Jonahs and hoodoos | G |
Thinking and reading of books must have unsettled his reason | D |
There ain't no witches he cried it isn't smoky but foggy | E |
I will go out in the wet you all can't hender me nuther | A |
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Surely enough he went out into the damp of the morning | E |
Into the smudge that the witch spread over woodland and meadow | M |
Into the fleecy gray pall brooding on hillside and valley | E |
Laughing and scoffing he strode into that hideous vapor | A |
Just as he said he would do just as he bantered and threatened | C |
Ere they could fasten the door Peter had done gone and done it | O |
Wasting his time over books you see had unsettled his reason | D |
Soddened his callow young brain with semi pubescent paresis | G |
And his neglect of his chores hastened this evil condition | D |
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Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter | A |
And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes it over | A |
Down in the pasture the sheep hear that shrill crying for Peter | A |
Up from the spring house the wail stealeth anon like a whisper | A |
Over the meadows that call is aye and forever repeated | B |
Such were the voices that whooped wildly and vainly for Peter | A |
Decades and decades ago down in the State of Kentucky | E |
Such are the voices that cry now from the woodland and meadow | M |
Peter O Peter all day calling reminding and chiding | E |
Taking us back to the time when Peter he done gone and done it | O |
These are the voices of those left by the boy in the farmhouse | G |
When with his laughter and scorn hatless and bootless and sockless | G |
Clothed in his jeans and his pride Peter sailed out in the weather | A |
Broke from the warmth of his home into that fog of the devil | I |
Into the smoke of that witch brewing her damnable porridge | P |
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Lo when he vanished from sight knowing the evil that threatened | C |
Forth with importunate cries hastened his father and mother | A |
Peter they shrieked in alarm Peter and evermore Peter | A |
Ran from the house to the barn ran from the barn to the garden | D |
Ran to the corn crib anon then to the smoke house proceeded | Q |
Henhouse and woodpile they passed calling and wailing and weeping | E |
Through the front gate to the road braving the hideous vapor | A |
Sought him in lane and on pike called him in orchard and meadow | M |
Clamoring Peter in vain vainly outcrying for Peter | A |
Joining the search came the rest brothers and sisters and cousins | G |
Venting unspeakable fears in pitiful wailing for Peter | A |
And from the neighboring farms gathered the men and the women | D |
Who upon hearing the news swelled the loud chorus for Peter | A |
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Farmers and hussifs and maids bosses and field hands and niggers | G |
Colonels and jedges galore from cornfields and mint beds and thickets | G |
All that had voices to voice all to those parts appertaining | E |
Came to engage in the search gathered and bellowed for Peter | A |
The Taylors the Dorseys the Browns the Wallers the Mitchells the | R |
Logans | G |
The Yenowines Crittendens Dukes the Hickmans the Hobbses the Morgans | G |
The Ormsbys the Thompsons the Hikes the Williamsons Murrays and | C |
Hardins | G |
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The Beynroths the Sherleys the Hokes the Haldermans Harneys and | C |
Slaughters | G |
All famed in Kentucky of old for prowess prodigious at farming | E |
Now surged from their prosperous homes to join in that hunt for the | R |
truant | S |
To ascertain where he was at to help out the chorus for Peter | A |
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Still on those prosperous farms where heirs and assigns of the people | I |
Specified hereinabove and proved by the records of probate | T |
Still on those farms shall you hear and still on the turnpikes | G |
adjacent | S |
That pitiful petulant call that pleading expostulant wailing | E |
That hopeless monotonous moan that crooning and droning for Peter | A |
Some say the witch in her wrath transmogrified all those good people | I |
That wakened from slumber that day by the calling and bawling for Peter | A |
She out of her cave in a thrice and waving the foot of a rabbit | U |
Crossed with the caul of a coon and smeared with the blood of a chicken | D |
She changed all those folk into birds and shrieked with demoniac venom | V |
Fly away over the land moaning your Peter forever | A |
Croaking of Peter the boy who didn't believe there were hoodoos | G |
Crooning of Peter the fool who scouted at stories of witches | G |
Crying of Peter for aye forever outcalling for Peter | A |
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This is the story they tell so in good sooth saith the legend | C |
As I have told it to you so tell the folk and the legend | C |
That it is true I believe for on the breezes this morning | E |
Come the shrill voices of birds calling and calling for Peter | A |
Out of the maple and beech glitter the eyes of the wailers | G |
Peeping and peering for him who formerly lived in these places | G |
Peter the heretic lad lazy and careless and dreaming | E |
Sorely afflicted with books and with pubescent paresis | G |
Hating the things of the farm care of the barn and the garden | D |
Always neglecting his chores given to books and to reading | E |
Which as all people allow turn the young person to mischief | W |
Harden his heart against toil wean his affections from tillage | P |
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This is the legend of yore told in the state of Kentucky | E |
When in the springtime the birds call from the beeches and maples | G |
Call from the petulant thorn call from the acrid persimmon | D |
When from the woods by the creek and from the pastures and meadows | G |
When from the spring house and lane and from the mint bed and orchard | X |
When from the redbud and gum and from the redolent lilac | E |
When from the dirt roads and pikes cometh that calling for Peter | A |
Cometh the dolorous cry cometh that weird iteration | D |
Of Peter and Peter for aye of Peter and Peter forever | A |
This is the legend of old told in the tum titty meter | A |
Which the great poets prefer being less labor than rhyming | E |
My first attempt at the same my last attempt too I reckon | D |
Nor have I further to say for the sad story is ended | Q |
Eugene Field
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