The Wind Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BC DBED C EB F GHFFHIH A J G CJ BBJ JKJJGKJK F GHLLHGH| THE TALE | A |
| - | |
| Cometh the Wind from the garden fragrant and full of sweet singing | B |
| Under my tree where I sit cometh the Wind to confession | C |
| - | |
| Out in the garden abides the Queen of the beautiful Roses | D |
| Her do I love and to night wooed her with passionate singing | B |
| Told I my love in those songs and answer she gave in her blushes | E |
| She shall be bride of the Wind and she is the Queen of the Roses | D |
| - | |
| Wind there is spice in thy breath thy rapture hath fragrance Sabaean | C |
| - | |
| Straight from my wooing I come my lips are bedewed with her kisses | E |
| My lips and my song and my heart are drunk with the rapture of loving | B |
| - | |
| THE SONG | F |
| - | |
| The Wind he loveth the red red Rose | G |
| And he wooeth his love to wed | H |
| Sweet is his song | F |
| The Summer long | F |
| As he kisseth her lips so red | H |
| And he recketh naught of the ruin wrought | I |
| When the Summer of love is sped | H |
| - | |
| AGAIN THE TALE | A |
| - | |
| Cometh the Wind from the garden bitter with sorrow of winter | J |
| - | |
| Wind is thy love song forgot Wherefore thy dread lamentations | G |
| - | |
| Sigheth and moaneth the Wind Out of the desolate garden | C |
| Come I from vigils with ghosts over the grave of the Summer | J |
| - | |
| Thy breath that was fragrant anon with rapture of music and loving | B |
| It grieveth all things with its sting and the frost of its wailing | B |
| displeasure | J |
| - | |
| The Wind maketh ever more moan and ever it giveth this answer | J |
| My heart it is numb with the cold of the love that was born of the | K |
| Summer | J |
| I come from the garden all white with the wrath and the sorrow of Winter | J |
| I have kissed the low desolate tomb where my bride in her loveliness | G |
| lieth | K |
| And the voice of the ghost in my heart is the voice that forever | J |
| outcrieth | K |
| - | |
| AGAIN THE SONG | F |
| - | |
| The Wind he waileth the red red Rose | G |
| When the Summer of love is sped | H |
| He waileth above | L |
| His lifeless love | L |
| With her shroud of snow o'erspread | H |
| Crieth such things as a true heart brings | G |
| To the grave of its precious dead | H |
Eugene Field
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Wind poem by Eugene Field
Best Poems of Eugene Field