Bluebird's Greeting Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACAC CDCD EEFEEEEE EGHHGIJIJG KLKMNMMM EMMMGGM CCMCCCCEEEE MMCCEEMM

Over the mossy wallsA
Above the slumbering fieldsB
Where yet the ground no fruitage yieldsB
Save as the sunlight fallsA
In dreams of harvest yellowC
What voice remembered callsA
So bubbling fresh so soft and mellowC
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A darting azure feathered arrowC
From some lithe sapling's bow curve fleetD
The bluebird springing light and narrowC
Sings in flight with gurglings sweetD
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Out of the South I wingE
Blown on the breath of SpringE
The little faltering songF
That in my beak I bringE
Some maiden shall catch and singE
Filling it with the longingE
And the blithe unfettered throngingE
Of her spirit's blossomingE
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Warbling alongE
In the sunny weatherG
Float my notesH
Through the sunny motesH
Falling light as a featherG
Flit flit o'er the fertile landI
'Mid hovering insects' humsJ
Fall into the sower's handI
Then when his harvest comesJ
The seed and the song shall have flowered togetherG
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From the Coosa and AltamahaK
With a thought of the dim blue GulfL
From the Roanoke and KanawhaK
From the musical Southern riversM
O'er the land where the fierce war wolfN
Lies slain and buried in flowersM
I come to your chill sad hoursM
And the woods where the sunlight shiversM
I come like an echo 'Awake '-
I answer the sky and the lakeE
And the clear cool color that quiversM
In all your azure rillsM
I come to your wan bleak hillsM
For a greeting that rises dearerG
To homely hearts draws me nearerG
Than the warmth of the rice fields or wealth of the ranchesM
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I will charm away your sorrowC
For I sing of the dewy morrowC
My melody sways like the branchesM
My light feet set astirC
I bring to the old as I hoverC
The days and the joys that wereC
And hope to the waiting loverC
Then take my note and singE
Filling it with the longingE
And the blithe unfettered throngingE
Of your spirit's blossomingE
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Not long that music lingersM
Like the breath of forgotten singersM
It flies or like the March cloud's shadowC
That sweeps with its wing the faded meadowC
Not long And yet thy fleetingE
Thy tender flute toned greetingE
O bluebird wakes an answer that remainsM
The purest chord in all the year's refrainsM

George Parsons Lathrop



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