What Makes Summer? Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGD HHIJKKEELLLL MMGGEELLKKLLNNEEEEEE EELLOOEEPPQQ RRSSTTUUVVWWEEEEXYLL EEEE UULLMULLZZVVFFEE NNCCA2A2EEUUUUB2B2LL C2C2D2D2E2E2 F2F2G2G2H2H2LLG2G2UU H2H2| Winter froze both brook and well | A |
| Fast and fast the snowflakes fell | A |
| Children gathered round the hearth | B |
| Made a summer of their mirth | C |
| When a boy so lately come | D |
| That his life was yet one sum | D |
| Of delights of aimless rambles | E |
| Romps and dreams and games and gambols | E |
| Thought aloud I wish I knew | F |
| What makes summer that I do | F |
| Father heard and it did show him | G |
| How to write a little poem | D |
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| What makes summer little one | H |
| Do you ask It is the sun | H |
| Want of heat is all the harm | I |
| Summer is but winter warm | J |
| 'Tis the sun yes that one there | K |
| Dim and gray low in the air | K |
| Now he looks at us askance | E |
| But will lift his countenance | E |
| Higher up and look down straighter | L |
| Rise much earlier set much later | L |
| Till we sing out Hail Well comer | L |
| Thou hast brought our own old Summer | L |
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| When the sun thus rises early | M |
| And keeps shining all day rarely | M |
| Up he draws the larks to meet him | G |
| Earth's bird angels wild to greet him | G |
| Up he draws the clouds and pours | E |
| Down again their shining showers | E |
| Out he draws the grass and clover | L |
| Daisies buttercups all over | L |
| Out he wiles all flowers to stare | K |
| At their father in the air | K |
| He all light they how much duller | L |
| Yet son suns of every colour | L |
| Then he draws their odours out | N |
| Sends them on the winds about | N |
| Next he draws out flying things | E |
| Out of eggs fast flapping wings | E |
| Out of lumps like frozen snails | E |
| Butterflies with splendid sails | E |
| Draws the blossoms from the trees | E |
| From their hives the buzzy bees | E |
| Golden things from muddy cracks | E |
| Beetles with their burnished backs | E |
| Laughter draws he from the river | L |
| Gleaming back to the gleam giver | L |
| Light he sends to every nook | O |
| That no creature be forsook | O |
| Draws from gloom and pain and sadness | E |
| Hope and blessing peace and gladness | E |
| Making man's heart sing and shine | P |
| With his brilliancy divine | P |
| Summer thus it is he makes it | Q |
| And the little child he takes it | Q |
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| Day's work done adown the west | R |
| Lingering he goes to rest | R |
| Like a child who blissful yet | S |
| Is unwilling to forget | S |
| And though sleepy heels and head | T |
| Thinks he cannot go to bed | T |
| Even when down behind the hill | U |
| Back his bright look shineth still | U |
| Whose keen glory with the night | V |
| Makes the lovely gray twilight | V |
| Drawing out the downy owl | W |
| With his musical bird howl | W |
| Drawing out the leathery bats | E |
| Mice they are turned airy cats | E |
| Noiseless sly and slippery things | E |
| Swimming through the air on wings | E |
| Drawing out the feathery moth | X |
| Lazy drowsy very loath | Y |
| Drawing children to the door | L |
| For one goodnight frolic more | L |
| Drawing from the glow worms' tails | E |
| Glimmers green in grassy dales | E |
| Making ocean's phosphor flashes | E |
| Glow as if they were sun ashes | E |
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| Then the moon comes up the hill | U |
| Wide awake but dreaming still | U |
| Soft and slow as if in fear | L |
| Lest her path should not be clear | L |
| Like a timid lady she | M |
| Looks around her daintily | U |
| Begs the clouds to come about her | L |
| Tells the stars to shine without her | L |
| Then unveils and bolder grown | Z |
| Climbs the steps of her blue throne | Z |
| Stately in a calm delight | V |
| Mistress of a whole fair night | V |
| Lonely but for stars a few | F |
| There she sits in silence blue | F |
| And the world before her lies | E |
| Faint a round shade in the skies | E |
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| But what fun is all about | N |
| When the humans are shut out | N |
| Shadowy to the moon the earth | C |
| Is a very world of mirth | C |
| Night is then a dream opaque | A2 |
| Full of creatures wide awake | A2 |
| Noiseless then on feet or wings | E |
| Out they come all moon eyed things | E |
| In and out they pop and play | U |
| Have it all their own wild way | U |
| Fly and frolic scamper glow | U |
| Treat the moon for all her show | U |
| State and opal diadem | B2 |
| Like a nursemaid watching them | B2 |
| And the nightingale doth snare | L |
| All the merry tumult rare | L |
| All the music and the magic | C2 |
| All the comic and the tragic | C2 |
| All the wisdom and the riot | D2 |
| Of the midnight moonlight diet | D2 |
| In a diamond hoop of song | E2 |
| Which he trundles all night long | E2 |
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| What doth make the sun you ask | F2 |
| Able for such mighty task | F2 |
| He is not a lamp hung high | G2 |
| Sliding up and down the sky | G2 |
| He is carried in a hand | H2 |
| That's what makes him strong and grand | H2 |
| From that hand comes all his power | L |
| If it set him down one hour | L |
| Yea one moment set him by | G2 |
| In that moment he would die | G2 |
| And the winter ice and snow | U |
| Come on us and never go | U |
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| Need I tell you whose the hand | H2 |
| Bears him high o'er sea and land | H2 |
George Macdonald
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