A Song Of The Flowers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDDEEFF GGHHIIHH FFJJKKLL HHMM AANNOOJJ PPQQRRST

Why are you weeping ye gentle flowersA
Are ye not blest in your sunny bowersA
Have you startling dreams that make ye weepB
When waking up from your holy sleepB
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Ah knowest thou not we fold at nightC
The tears earth drops from her eyelids brightC
Like a loving mother her griefs are bornD
Lest her tender nurslings should die ere mornD
And the sweet dew falls in each open cupE
Till the eyes of morn are lifted upE
We unfold our leaves to the sun's bright faceF
And close them up at the night's embraceF
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Dost thou ask if grief comes creeping acrossG
From the poplar bough to the dark green mossG
No round us the sunbeams smile and glowH
Round us the streamlets dance and flowH
And the zephyr comes with its gentle breezeI
To sigh out its life in the young green treesI
And then from the beds where the flowers growH
Rises a melody soft and lowH
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And the glorious rose with her flushing faceF
And the fuschia with her form of graceF
The balsam bright and the lupin's crestJ
That weaves a roof for the firefly's nestJ
The myrtle clusters and dahlia tallK
The jessamine fairest among them allK
And the tremulous lips of the lily's bellL
Join in the music we love so wellL
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But startle ye not when the tempests blowH
Have you no dread of a wily foeH
Do you not tremble when the serpents hissM
Mid leaves that the zephyr alone should kissM
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Lady the bells of the fainting flowersA
Close at the coming of thunder showersA
The branches and tendrils merrily danceN
At the whirlwind's cry and the lightning's glanceN
We dread not to see the snake's back of goldO
Dart through the lilacs or marigoldO
For fears that dwell in the human breastJ
Find in the heart of flowers no restJ
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We have no fears when we hear thee passP
Over the fold of the tangled grassP
We have no dread when we hear thee breatheQ
Over the flowers we love to wreatheQ
Nor tremble when night falls from heaven aboveR
And nature is stillness and earth is loveR
We steal from thy keeping when summer is o'erS
And wait thee where flowers can die no moreT

Harriet Annie Wilkins



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