The Old Spring-house Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDD EEFFDD GGHHDD IIJJKK EELLDD MMNNDD| With its rude walls of stone and its moss covered roof | A |
| 'Tis a picture inwoven with memory's woof | A |
| It stands there to day as it stood in the years | B |
| When we knew naught of sorrow nor anguish nor tears | C |
| And though far from it now I can see it at will | D |
| The old spring house at the foot of the hill | D |
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| O flights of fond fancy that deeply inurn | E |
| Sweet scenes of our childhood no more to return | E |
| Which carry us back in visions and dreams | F |
| And illumine life's pathway with memory's gleams | F |
| Till we see once again though with tears the eyes fill | D |
| The old spring house at the foot of the hill | D |
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| There we children bare footed would wander to play | G |
| And wade in the branch that flowed on its way | G |
| Through the meadows and fields with current so fleet | H |
| And a gurgle and ripple that sounded so sweet | H |
| And the water that helped turn the wheel at the mill | D |
| Was from the spring house at the foot of the hill | D |
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| And oh I remember a pair of blue eyes | I |
| With glances as tender and soft as the skies | I |
| And a little brown head that was covered with curls | J |
| And the laughter that rippled between rows of pearls | J |
| Which was changed to a cry of despair and of woe | K |
| When the craw fish was clinging to a little pink toe | K |
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| Distilled by the heart into memory's wine | E |
| 'Tis thus that we drink a draught that's divine | E |
| And lighten the burdens which after years bear | L |
| And banish with dreaming the demon of Care | L |
| O in fond recollection I linger there still | D |
| By the old spring house at the foot of the hill | D |
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| Though vanished forever the faces that smiled | M |
| And hushed is the laughter I heard when a child | M |
| Yet often when musing they float back to me | N |
| And I see them and hear it as clear as can be | N |
| And I'm playing again while the heart strings all thrill | D |
| By the old spring house at the foot of the hill | D |
George W. Doneghy
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