July Fugitive Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCBABAB DEDEFGHGIGJABKLKMABB BBB NOGOPOBOGQAQRSTUGOVO WAXA YGAGBGGBZBBA2GA2GBBB GBB2ABA

Can you tell me where has hid herA
Pretty Maid JulyB
I would swear one day agoC
She passed byB
I would swear that I do knowC
The blue bliss of her eyeB
'Tarry maid maid ' I bid herA
But she hastened byB
Do you know where she has hid herA
Maid JulyB
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Yet in truth it needs must beD
The flight of her is oldE
Yet in truth it needs must beD
For her nest the earth is coldE
No more in the pool ed EvenF
Wade her rosy feetG
Dawn flakes no more plash from themH
To poppies 'mid the wheatG
She has muddied the day's oozesI
With her petulant feetG
Scared the clouds that floatedJ
As sea birds they wereA
Slow on the coeruleB
Lulls of the airK
Lulled on the luminousL
Levels of airK
She has chidden in a petM
All her stars from herA
Now they wander loose and sighB
Through the turbid blueB
Now they wander weep and cryB
Yea and I tooB
'Where are you sweet JulyB
Where are you '-
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Who hath beheld her footprintsN
Or the pathway she goesO
Tell me wind tell me wheatG
Which of you knowsO
Sleeps she swathed in the flushed ArcticP
Night of the roseO
Or lie her limbs like Alp glowB
On the lily's snowsO
Gales that are all visitantG
Find the runawayQ
And for him who findeth herA
I do charge you sayQ
I will throw largesse of broomR
Of this summer's mintageS
I will broach a honey bagT
Of the bee's best vintageU
Breezes wheat flowers sweetG
None of them knowsO
How then shall we lure her backV
From the way she goesO
For it were a shameful thingW
Saw we not this comerA
Ere Autumn camp upon the fieldsX
Red with rout of SummerA
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When the bird quits the cageY
We set the cage outsideG
With seed and with waterA
And the door wideG
Haply we may win it soB
Back to abideG
Hang her cage of earth outG
O'er Heaven's sunward wallB
Its four gates open winds in watchZ
By rein ed cars at allB
Relume in hanging hedgerowsB
The rain quenched blossomA2
And roses sob their tears outG
On the gale's warm heaving bosomA2
Shake the lilies till their scentG
Over drip their rimsB
That our runaway may seeB
We do know her whimsB
Sleek the tumbled waters outG
For her travelled limbsB
Strew and smoothe blue night thereonB2
There will O not doubt herA
The lovely sleepy lady lieB
With all her stars about herA

Francis Thompson



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