Dance Of The Seasons Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEDFGEFGAAHH IJJJFJFJAJAJ KLKLMNNMOOPPQR SJSJTTSSHHJUJUJJVJMV MSSTTSSWWMMSSJJHDDJJ S TXJXJJJUUSHSHYYYY ZTYTYJZJ JJJJSMSMTTV TMMVVXXVVA2A2B2B2UUP P MMC2AC2AHRHRPAPC2C2A AC2C2C2 M JZD2ZE2MMF2F2JJSJJSM AMAF2F2AF2 JG2JG2MMMMH2I2H2J2PF 2PF2AK2AK2ML2ML2MJAA F2F2 S ZNJTNJTF2M2F2M2N2SL2 L2SN2 MMTSSTO2SSO2S| I Spring | A |
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| Allegro | B |
| Wake wake | C |
| Out of the snow and the mist | D |
| In rain wet wind blown gauze | E |
| Of amber and amethyst | D |
| Cometh Spring like a girl | F |
| Trembling and timorous | G |
| She peers through the thin white thaws | E |
| Afraid of the winds that whirl | F |
| Down paths all perilous | G |
| Where her so tender feet are softly going | A |
| Where the rich earth is awaiting her lavish sowing | A |
| Of green and purple and white | H |
| In the gardens of day and night | H |
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| Hither she comes | I |
| Oh lightly she wavers and lingers | J |
| The chill gray storm benumbs | J |
| Her lifted rose petal fingers | J |
| And looses her hair from its fillet of pearl | F |
| Her soft dew fringed eyes | J |
| The virginal eyes of a girl | F |
| Gaze at the foam veiled skies | J |
| Search for the sun who is hiding | A |
| His amorous glowing face | J |
| For the spirit of life now gliding | A |
| Unseen through every place | J |
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| Blown blown | K |
| Hither and yon | L |
| Dashed by the winds that groan | K |
| Lashed by the frost elves wan | L |
| Whipped by the envious ghosts of old years long gone | M |
| That chatter and sigh | N |
| Of the ruin nigh | N |
| Of death and darkness and sorrow that come anon | M |
| Yet bold and brave | O |
| She dares the young Spring to dance on that ancient grave | O |
| To dance with delicate feet | P |
| On the world's despair and defeat | P |
| On the Winter's ashen pall | Q |
| That covers all | R |
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| Look she lifts the cover | S |
| A corner of that frost film pall she lifts | J |
| Now Earth great hearted lover | S |
| Smiles upward through the dew bespangled rifts | J |
| And shining sunbeams pages of the day | T |
| Roll up the mantle bear it far away | T |
| Then the Earth laughs with pleasure | S |
| And tosses from her treasure | S |
| Store of blue crocuses and snow drops white | H |
| Glad trilliums that make the woodland bright | H |
| Rich arbutus and shadowy violets | J |
| Till caught in webs of bloom | U |
| Light footed Spring her stormy woe forgets | J |
| Forgets the cold the gloom | U |
| Blesses with errant grace | J |
| Each dim forgotten place | J |
| Of drooping leaves muffles the maples bare | V |
| In lilac veils covers with tenderness | J |
| The harsh brown world and then when all is won | M |
| Trails languorous dreams dreams exquisite and rare | V |
| And shrinking from the bold too fervid sun | M |
| Shyly gives over | S |
| Her royal lover | S |
| Like one afraid of love who will not stay | T |
| Love's perfect day | T |
| Lightly gives over | S |
| Inconstant rover | S |
| Her glad fresh garlanded world and like the dew | W |
| Sleeps in the blue | W |
| She tosses down | M |
| Her flowery crown | M |
| Into the lap of Summer | S |
| Glad newcomer | S |
| Smiling adorns her with treasure of growing things | J |
| And softly sings | J |
| Even while she fades in light | H |
| A wraith a mist | D |
| Of amethyst | D |
| A spirit a dream that goes | J |
| But whither who knows | J |
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| II Summer | S |
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| Andante | T |
| Hus h hush Wake not the drowsy Summer she would dream | X |
| Heavy with growing things | J |
| Dance lightly where her beauty lies agleam | X |
| Under languidly folded wings | J |
| Over the delicate grasses | J |
| A breath a spirit passes | J |
| A song and the odor of bloom | U |
| Give way make room | U |
| The Summer has met her lover | S |
| By day by night | H |
| He has brought from the stars bright rover | S |
| Heaven's fire heaven's light | H |
| He has filled her with life that sleepeth | Y |
| That waits for birth | Y |
| As a jewel its bright fire keepeth | Y |
| In the rock bound earth | Y |
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| Softly slowly | Z |
| Dance and sway | T |
| While Summer dreameth | Y |
| The moons away | T |
| Full weary she seemeth | Y |
| Of love's deep bliss | J |
| But holy holy | Z |
| Love's memories | J |
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| The idle day is rich with budding things | J |
| Whereon the bold sun glares | J |
| Dance lightly lest you tread on folded wings | J |
| Of flight still unawares | J |
| Ah delicate your footfall be while ever | S |
| The seed grows in the corn | M |
| The bird in the egg the deed in the endeavor | S |
| The day in the morn | M |
| Deep in the pool the spawning fishes play | T |
| High in the air the bees buzz out their way | T |
| Everywhere | V |
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| The children of Summer come crowding in lustrous array | T |
| The myriad children of Summer beloved of the sun | M |
| Through the long hot noons they are glad of the world they have won | M |
| Bright and fair | V |
| They throng in the meadows and shake out the dew from their hair | V |
| They sing in the tree tops they dip in the slow flowing stream | X |
| They nod from the hills in the valleys their swift feet gleam | X |
| They kneel in the moonlight the bright stars hear their prayer | V |
| Everywhere | V |
| The high sun blesses them | A2 |
| The moon confesses them | A2 |
| Old Time with patient smile | B2 |
| Harks to their hope awhile | B2 |
| They are born they awake they arise now they dance in their bloom | U |
| For their revels of love and of wonder the earth makes room | U |
| Oh she harks to their song for a season she kisses their feet | P |
| She gives them her all for their hour be its joy complete | P |
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| The fecund Summer then | M |
| Covers her eyes again | M |
| Lies dreaming at rest | C2 |
| Young mother of life who is feeding | A |
| The world at her breast | C2 |
| Rich bride of the year ever needing | A |
| But love and light | H |
| To give and give more and give all | R |
| In her great love's might | H |
| Tread softly give heed to her call | R |
| Oh be still be fleet | P |
| Hush hush the sweet sound of your singing | A |
| Pause pause ye feet | P |
| Sink down she bids you rest | C2 |
| Close on her breast | C2 |
| Down down your rapture flinging | A |
| Where all her dreams are winging | A |
| Ah cease your quest | C2 |
| Peace be blest | C2 |
| Be blest | C2 |
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| III Autumn | M |
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| Scherzo | J |
| Co me with me | Z |
| All that live | D2 |
| Dance with me | Z |
| Love and give | E2 |
| Give me your love ye souls of the corn and the vine | M |
| Dance with me laugh with me crowd me be mine be mine | M |
| Up from the earth in your splendor of scarlet and gold | F2 |
| Haste oh make haste ere the warm rich year grow old | F2 |
| Ye throngs that gaily rise | J |
| Multitudinous | J |
| As the red red leaves that flutter | S |
| All tremulous | J |
| When the wind rides down from the skies | J |
| Ye spirits that shout and mutter | S |
| In laughter in pain | M |
| When the year of her sowing and reaping | A |
| Would waste again | M |
| Come spend of your treasure full heaping | A |
| Be lavish be bold | F2 |
| Cast your hope on the winds from your feet shake the dark damp mould | F2 |
| Come dancing come shouting come leaping | A |
| Ere the earth grow cold | F2 |
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| Come wings of the air come feet that trample the grasses | J |
| Come tree top spirits that kindle the leaves to flame | G2 |
| Come sprites of the sea that shout when the gray storm passes | J |
| Come wraiths of the desert whom sorrow nor death may tame | G2 |
| Come eat of the rich ripe fruit come drink of the vine | M |
| Come dance till your revels are drunken with joy with wine | M |
| For the labor is over and done | M |
| The spoil of the battle is won | M |
| Ah trample it scatter it | H2 |
| Cast it afar | I2 |
| The tempests will batter it | H2 |
| On with the war | J2 |
| Let your bright robes float let them whirl with the rush of your feet | P |
| The gauzes of crimson and gold | F2 |
| Give your will to the winds they are chasing they haste they are fleet | P |
| They are eager and ruthless and bold | F2 |
| On on till you circle the earth with the rush of your dancing | A |
| With the shout and the song | K2 |
| Till your choral of crowds like a river in flood time advancing | A |
| Bears all things along | K2 |
| Dance dance for the end comes soon | M |
| Do you feel the chill | L2 |
| White winds of the Winter croon | M |
| From their cave in the hill | L2 |
| Yes death and the end come soon | M |
| Spread your gaudy robes | J |
| Haste haste for the leaves are falling | A |
| Shout shout for the storms are calling | A |
| Give all for the year grows old | F2 |
| And the world grows cold | F2 |
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| IV Winter | S |
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| Finale | Z |
| Fly fly | N |
| Gather your white robes close | J |
| Scuttle away | T |
| Look in the sky | N |
| The bleak winds mutter morose | J |
| To the swift dark day | T |
| They gather and threaten and scold | F2 |
| They shiver and shriek in their rage | M2 |
| They are ashen and icy and old | F2 |
| Ah bitter the passion of age | M2 |
| Flee from them haste haste | N2 |
| Through the vengeful weather | S |
| Lest your red blood chill | L2 |
| And your hearts stop still | L2 |
| Crowd close together | S |
| And flee o'er the drear dead waste | N2 |
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| Down down | M |
| Out of a sky all brown | M |
| The dark storm stoops to shrivel the world away | T |
| With ribald wind he strips her | S |
| With stinging sleet he whips her | S |
| With envious frost he withers her green to gray | T |
| Because she was gay and glad | O2 |
| Beloved of many lovers fruitful mother | S |
| Of many children crowding and killing each other | S |
| Because she was wasteful mad | O2 |
| Scattering and trampling her riches for death to smother | S |
Harriet Monroe
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