What Makes Summer? Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Winter froze both brook and wellA
Fast and fast the snowflakes fellA
Children gathered round the hearthB
Made a summer of their mirthC
When a boy so lately comeD
That his life was yet one sumD
Of delights of aimless ramblesE
Romps and dreams and games and gambolsE
Thought aloud I wish I knewF
What makes summer that I doF
Father heard and it did show himG
How to write a little poemD
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What makes summer little oneH
Do you ask It is the sunH
Want of heat is all the harmI
Summer is but winter warmJ
'Tis the sun yes that one thereK
Dim and gray low in the airK
Now he looks at us askanceE
But will lift his countenanceE
Higher up and look down straighterL
Rise much earlier set much laterL
Till we sing out Hail Well comerL
Thou hast brought our own old SummerL
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When the sun thus rises earlyM
And keeps shining all day rarelyM
Up he draws the larks to meet himG
Earth's bird angels wild to greet himG
Up he draws the clouds and poursE
Down again their shining showersE
Out he draws the grass and cloverL
Daisies buttercups all overL
Out he wiles all flowers to stareK
At their father in the airK
He all light they how much dullerL
Yet son suns of every colourL
Then he draws their odours outN
Sends them on the winds aboutN
Next he draws out flying thingsE
Out of eggs fast flapping wingsE
Out of lumps like frozen snailsE
Butterflies with splendid sailsE
Draws the blossoms from the treesE
From their hives the buzzy beesE
Golden things from muddy cracksE
Beetles with their burnished backsE
Laughter draws he from the riverL
Gleaming back to the gleam giverL
Light he sends to every nookO
That no creature be forsookO
Draws from gloom and pain and sadnessE
Hope and blessing peace and gladnessE
Making man's heart sing and shineP
With his brilliancy divineP
Summer thus it is he makes itQ
And the little child he takes itQ
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Day's work done adown the westR
Lingering he goes to restR
Like a child who blissful yetS
Is unwilling to forgetS
And though sleepy heels and headT
Thinks he cannot go to bedT
Even when down behind the hillU
Back his bright look shineth stillU
Whose keen glory with the nightV
Makes the lovely gray twilightV
Drawing out the downy owlW
With his musical bird howlW
Drawing out the leathery batsE
Mice they are turned airy catsE
Noiseless sly and slippery thingsE
Swimming through the air on wingsE
Drawing out the feathery mothX
Lazy drowsy very loathY
Drawing children to the doorL
For one goodnight frolic moreL
Drawing from the glow worms' tailsE
Glimmers green in grassy dalesE
Making ocean's phosphor flashesE
Glow as if they were sun ashesE
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Then the moon comes up the hillU
Wide awake but dreaming stillU
Soft and slow as if in fearL
Lest her path should not be clearL
Like a timid lady sheM
Looks around her daintilyU
Begs the clouds to come about herL
Tells the stars to shine without herL
Then unveils and bolder grownZ
Climbs the steps of her blue throneZ
Stately in a calm delightV
Mistress of a whole fair nightV
Lonely but for stars a fewF
There she sits in silence blueF
And the world before her liesE
Faint a round shade in the skiesE
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But what fun is all aboutN
When the humans are shut outN
Shadowy to the moon the earthC
Is a very world of mirthC
Night is then a dream opaqueA2
Full of creatures wide awakeA2
Noiseless then on feet or wingsE
Out they come all moon eyed thingsE
In and out they pop and playU
Have it all their own wild wayU
Fly and frolic scamper glowU
Treat the moon for all her showU
State and opal diademB2
Like a nursemaid watching themB2
And the nightingale doth snareL
All the merry tumult rareL
All the music and the magicC2
All the comic and the tragicC2
All the wisdom and the riotD2
Of the midnight moonlight dietD2
In a diamond hoop of songE2
Which he trundles all night longE2
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What doth make the sun you askF2
Able for such mighty taskF2
He is not a lamp hung highG2
Sliding up and down the skyG2
He is carried in a handH2
That's what makes him strong and grandH2
From that hand comes all his powerL
If it set him down one hourL
Yea one moment set him byG2
In that moment he would dieG2
And the winter ice and snowU
Come on us and never goU
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Need I tell you whose the handH2
Bears him high o'er sea and landH2

George Macdonald



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