A Corymbus For Autumn Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Hearken my chant 'tis	A
As a Bacchante's	A
A grape spurt a vine splash a tossed tress flown vaunt 'tis	A
Suffer my singing	B
Gipsy of Seasons ere thou go winging	B
Ere Winter throws	A
His slaking snows	A
In thy feasting flagon's impurpurate glows	A
The sopped sun toper as ever drank hard	C
Stares foolish hazed	C
Rubicund dazed	C
Totty with thine October tankard	C
Tanned maiden with cheeks like apples russet	C
And breast a brown agaric faint flushing at tip	D
And a mouth too red for the moon to buss it	C
But her cheek unvow its vestalship	D
Thy mists enclip	D
Her steel clear circuit illuminous	A
Until it crust	C
Rubiginous	A
With the glorious gules of a glowing rust	C
Far other saw we other indeed	C
The crescent moon in the May days dead	C
Fly up with its slender white wings spread	C
Out of its nest in the sea's waved mead	C
How are the veins of thee Autumn laden	E
Umbered juices	A
And pulped oozes	A
Pappy out of the cherry bruises	A
Froth the veins of thee wild wild maiden	E
With hair that musters	A
In globed clusters	A
In tumbling clusters like swarthy grapes	A
Round thy brow and thine ears o'ershaden	E
With the burning darkness of eyes like pansies	A
Like velvet pansies	A
Wherethrough escapes	A
The splendid might of thy conflagrate fancies	A
With robe gold tawny not hiding the shapes	A
Of the feet whereunto it falleth down	E
Thy naked feet unsandalled	C
With robe gold tawny that does not veil	F
Feet where the red	C
Is meshed in the brown	E
Like a rubied sun in a Venice sail	F
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The wassailous heart of the Year is thine	E
His Bacchic fingers disentwine	E
His coronal	F
At thy festival	F
His revelling fingers disentwine	E
Leaf flower and all	F
And let them fall	F
Blossom and all in thy wavering wine	E
The Summer looks out from her brazen tower	G
Through the flashing bars of July	F
Waiting thy ripened golden shower	G
Whereof there cometh with sandals fleet	C
The North west flying viewlessly	F
With a sword to sheer and untameable feet	C
And the gorgon head of the Winter shown	E
To stiffen the gazing earth as stone	E
	-
In crystal Heaven's magic sphere	H
Poised in the palm of thy fervid hand	C
Thou seest the enchanted shows appear	H
That stain Favonian firmament	C
Richer than ever the Occident	C
Gave up to bygone Summer's wand	C
Day's dying dragon lies drooping his crest	C
Panting red pants into the West	C
Or the butterfly sunset claps its wings	A
With flitter alit on the swinging blossom	I
The gusty blossom that tosses and swings	A
Of the sea with its blown and ruffled bosom	I
Its ruffled bosom wherethrough the wind sings	A
Till the crisped petals are loosened and strown	E
Overblown on the sand	C
Shed curling as dead	C
Rose leaves curl on the flecked strand	C
Or higher holier saintlier when as now	E
All nature sacerdotal seems and thou	E
The calm hour strikes on yon golden gong	J
In tones of floating and mellow light	C
A spreading summons to even song	J
See how there	K
The cowled night	C
Kneels on the Eastern sanctuary stair	K
What is this feel of incense everywhere	K
Clings it round folds of the blanch amiced clouds	A
Upwafted by the solemn thurifer	K
The mighty spirit unknown	E
That swingeth the slow earth before the embannered	C
Throne	E
Or is't the Season under all these shrouds	A
Of light and sense and silence makes her known	E
A presence everywhere	K
An inarticulate prayer	K
A hand on the soothed tresses of the air	K
But there is one hour scant	C
Of this Titanian primal liturgy	L
As there is but one hour for me and thee	L
Autumn for thee and thine hierophant	C
Of this grave ending chant	C
Round the earth still and stark	M
Heaven's death lights kindle yellow spark by spark	M
Beneath the dreadful catafalque of the dark	M
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And I had ended there	K
But a great wind blew all the stars to flare	K
And cried 'I sweep the path before the moon	E
Tarry ye now the coming of the moon	E
For she is coming soon '	-
Then died before the coming of the moon	E
And she came forth upon the trepidant air	K
In vesture unimagined fair	K
Woven as woof of flag lilies	A
And curdled as of flag lilies	A
The vapour at the feet of her	K
And a haze about her tinged in fainter wise	A
As if she had trodden the stars in press	A
Till the gold wine spurted over her dress	A
Till the gold wine gushed out round her feet	C
Spouted over her stained wear	K
And bubbled in golden froth at her feet	C
And hung like a whirlpool's mist round her	K
Still mighty Season do I see't	C
Thy sway is still majestical	F
Thou hold'st of God by title sure	K
Thine indefeasible investiture	K
And that right round thy locks are native to	C
The heavens upon thy brow imperial	F
This huge terrene thy ball	F
And o'er thy shoulders thrown wide air's depending pall	F
What if thine earth be blear and bleak of hue	C
Still still the skies are sweet	C
Still Season still thou hast thy triumphs there	K
How have I unaware	K
Forgetful of my strain inaugural	F
Cleft the great rondure of thy reign complete	C
Yielding thee half who hast indeed the all	F
I will not think thy sovereignty begun	E
But with the shepherd sun	E
That washes in the sea the stars' gold fleeces	A
Or that with day it ceases	A
Who sets his burning lips to the salt brine	E
And purples it to wine	E
While I behold how ermined Artemis	A
Ordained weed must wear	K
And toil thy business	A
Who witness am of her	K
Her too in autumn turned a vintager	K
And laden with its lamped clusters bright	C
The fiery fruited vineyard of this night	C

Francis Thompson

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