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Love In The Valley Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Under yonder beech tree single on the green sward	A
Couch'd with her arms behind her golden head	B
Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly	C
Lies my young love sleeping in the shade	D
Had I the heart to slide an arm beneath her	E
Press her parting lips as her waist I gather slow	F
Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me	C
Then would she hold me and never let me go	F
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Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow	F
Swift as the swallow along the river's light	H
Circleting the surface to meet his mirror'd winglets	I
Fleeter she seems in her stay than in her flight	H
Shy as the squirrel that leaps among the pine tops	I
Wayward as the swallow overhead at set of sun	J
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer	E
Hard but O the glory of the winning were she won	J
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When her mother tends her before the laughing mirror	E
Tying up her laces looping up her hair	K
Often she thinks were this wild thing wedded	L
More love should I have and much less care	K
When her mother tends her before the lighted mirror	E
Loosening her laces combing down her curls	I
Often she thinks were this wild thing wedded	L
I should miss but one for many boys and girls	I
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Heartless she is as the shadow in the meadows	I
Flying to the hills on a blue and breezy noon	M
No she is athirst and drinking up her wonder	E
Earth to her is young as the slip of the new moon	M
Deals she an unkindness 'tis but her rapid measure	E
Even as in a dance and her smile can heal no less	I
Like the swinging May cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones	I
Off a sunny border she was made to bruise and bless	I
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Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping	N
Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star	O
Lone on the fir branch his rattle note unvaried	L
Brooding o'er the gloom spins the brown evejar	O
Darker grows the valley more and more forgetting	N
So were it with me if forgetting could be will'd	L
Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well spring	N
Tell it to forget the source that keeps it fill'd	L
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Stepping down the hill with her fair companions	I
Arm in arm all against the raying West	L
Boldly she sings to the merry tune she marches	I
Brave is her shape and sweeter unpossess'd	L
Sweeter for she is what my heart first awaking	N
Whisper'd the world was morning light is she	C
Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless	I
Fain would fling the net and fain have her free	C
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Happy happy time when the white star hovers	I
Low over dim fields fresh with bloomy dew	L
Near the face of dawn that draws athwart the darkness	I
Threading it with colour like yewberries the yew	L
Thicker crowd the shades as the grave East deepens	I
Glowing and with crimson a long cloud swells	I
Maiden still the morn is and strange she is and secret	L
Strange her eyes her cheeks are cold as cold sea shells	I
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Sunrays leaning on our southern hills and lighting	N
Wild cloud mountains that drag the hills along	N
Oft ends the day of your shifting brilliant laughter	O
Chill as a dull face frowning on a song	N
Ay but shows the South west a ripple feather'd bosom	P
Blown to silver while the clouds are shaken and ascend	L
Scaling the mid heavens as they stream there comes a sunset	L
Rich deep like love in beauty without end	L
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When at dawn she sighs and like an infant to the window	L
Turns grave eyes craving light released from dreams	I
Beautiful she looks like a white water lily	C
Bursting out of bud in havens of the streams	I
When from bed she rises clothed from neck to ankle	Q
In her long nightgown sweet as boughs of May	R
Beautiful she looks like a tall garden lily	C
Pure from the night and splendid for the day	R
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Mother of the dews dark eye lash'd twilight	L
Low lidded twilight o'er the valley's brim	S
Rounding on thy breast sings the dew delighted skylark	N
Clear as though the dewdrops had their voice in him	S
Hidden where the rose flush drinks the rayless planet	L
Fountain full he pours the spraying fountain showers	I
Let me hear her laughter I would have her ever	O
Cool as dew in twilight the lark above the flowers	I
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All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose	I
Up lanes woods through they troop in joyful bands	I
My sweet leads she knows not why but now she loiters	I
Eyes the bent anemones and hangs her hands	I
Such a look will tell that the violets are peeping	N
Coming the rose and unaware a cry	O
Springs in her bosom for odours and for colour	O
Covert and the nightingale she knows not why	O
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Kerchief'd head and chin she darts between her tulips	I
Streaming like a willow gray in arrowy rain	T
Some bend beaten cheek to gravel and their angel	Q
She will be she lifts them and on she speeds again	U
Black the driving raincloud breasts the iron gateway	R
She is forth to cheer a neighbour lacking mirth	V
So when sky and grass met rolling dumb for thunder	O
Saw I once a white dove sole light of earth	V
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Prim little scholars are the flowers of her garden	J
Train'd to stand in rows and asking if they please	I
I might love them well but for loving more the wild ones	I
O my wild ones they tell me more than these	I
You my wild one you tell of honied field rose	I
Violet blushing eglantine in life and even as they	R
They by the wayside are earnest of your goodness	I
You are of life's on the banks that line the way	R
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Peering at her chamber the white crowns the red rose	I
Jasmine winds the porch with stars two and three	O
Parted is the window she sleeps the starry jasmine	J
Breathes a falling breath that carries thoughts of me	O
Sweeter unpossess'd have I said of her my sweetest	L
Not while she sleeps while she sleeps the jasmine breathes	I
Luring her to love she sleeps the starry jasmine	J
Bears me to her pillow under white rose wreaths	I
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Yellow with birdfoot trefoil are the grass glades	I
Yellow with cinquefoil of the dew gray leaf	W
Yellow with stonecrop the moss mounds are yellow	L
Blue neck'd the wheat sways yellowing to the sheaf	W
Green yellow bursts from the copse the laughing yaffle	L
Sharp as a sickle is the edge of shade and shine	X
Earth in her heart laughs looking at the heavens	I
Thinking of the harvest I look and think of mine	X
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This I may know her dressing and undressing	N
Such a change of light shows as when the skies in sport	L
Shift from cloud to moonlight or edging over thunder	O
Slips a ray of sun or sweeping into port	L
White sails furl or on the ocean borders	I
White sails lean along the waves leaping green	Y
Visions of her shower before me but from eyesight	L
Guarded she would be like the sun were she seen	Y
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Front door and back of the moss'd old farmhouse	I
Open with the morn and in a breezy link	N
Freshly sparkles garden to stripe shadow'd orchard	L
Green across a rill where on sand the minnows wink	N
Busy in the grass the early sun of summer	O
Swarms and the blackbird's mellow fluting notes	I
Call my darling up with round and roguish challenge	Z
Quaintest richest carol of all the singing throats	I
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Cool was the woodside cool as her white diary	O
Keeping sweet the cream pan and there the boys from school	L
Cricketing below rush'd brown and red with sunshine	X
O the dark translucence of the deep eyed cool	L
Spying from the farm herself she fetch'd a pitcher	O
Full of milk and tilted for each in turn the beak	N
Then a little fellow mouth up and on tiptoe	L
Said 'I will kiss you' she laugh'd and lean'd her cheek	N
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Doves of the fir wood walling high our red roof	A2
Through the long noon coo crooning through the coo	N
Loose droop the leaves and down the sleepy roadway	R
Sometimes pipes a chaffinch loose droops the blue	N
Cows flap a show tail knee deep in the river	O
Breathless given up to sun and gnat and fly	L
Nowhere is she seen and if I see her nowhere	O
Lighting may come straight rains and tiger sky	L
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O the golden sheaf the rustling treasure armful	L
O the nutbrown tresses nodding interlaced	L
O the treasure tresses one another over	O
Nodding O the girdle slack about the waist	L
Slain are the poppies that shot their random scarlet	L
Quick amid the wheat ears wound about the waist	L
Gather'd see these brides of Earth one blush of ripeness	I
O the nutbrown tresses nodding interlaced	L
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Large and smoky red the sun's cold disk drops	I
Clipp'd by naked hills on violet shaded snow	L
Eastward large and still lights up a bower of moonrise	I
Whence at her leisure steps the moon aglow	L
Nightlong on black print branches our beech tree	O
Gazes in this whiteness nightlong could I	L
Here may life on death or death on life be painted	L
Let me clasp her soul to know she cannot die	L
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Gossips count her faults they scour a narrow chamber	O
Where there is no window read not heaven or her	O
'When she was a tiny ' one ag egrave d woman quavers	I
Plucks at my heart and leads me by the ear	O
Faults she had once as she learn'd to run and tumbled	L
Faults of feature some see beauty not complete	L
Yet good gossips beauty that makes holy	O
Earth and air may have faults from head to feet	L
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Hither she comes she comes to me she lingers	I
Deepens her brown eyebrows while in new surprise	I
High rise the lashes in wonder of a stranger	O
Yet am I the light and living of her eyes	I
Something friends have told her fills her heart to brimming	N
Nets her in her blushes and wounds her and tames	I
Sure of her haven O like a dove alighting	N
Arms up she dropp'd our souls were in our names	I
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Soon will she lie like a white frost sunrise	I
Yellow oats and brown wheat barley pale as rye	L
Long since your sheaves have yielded to the thresher	O
Felt the girdle loosen'd seen the tresses fly	L
Soon will she lie like a blood red sunset	L
Swift with the to morrow green wing'd Spring	N
Sing from the South west bring her back the truants	I
Nightingale and swallow song and dipping wing	N
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Soft new beech leaves up to beamy April	L
Spreading bough on bough a primrose mountain you	N
Lucid in the moon raise lilies to the skyfields	I
Youngest green transfused in silver shining through	N
Fairer than the lily than the wild white cherry	O
Fair as in image my seraph love appears	I
Borne to me by dreams when dawn is at my eyelids	I
Fair as in the flesh she swims to me on tears	I
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Could I find a place to be alone with heaven	J
I would speak my heart out heaven is my need	L
Every woodland tree is flushing like the dogwood	L
Flashing like the whitebeam swaying like the reed	L
Flushing like the dogwood crimson in October	O
Streaming like the flag reed South west blown	B2
Flashing as in gusts the sudden lighted whitebeam	O
All seem to know what is for heaven alone	B2