The Woods Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCAB DBEFDB GHIIJH KLDDKL DMDDDM DNKKDN OPQQOP| I love the woods when the magic hand | A |
| Of Spring as if sweeping the keys | B |
| Of a wornout instrument touches the earth | C |
| When beauty and song in the gladness of birth | C |
| Awaken the heart of the desolate land | A |
| And carol its rapture to every breeze | B |
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| In summer's still solstice my steps are drawn | D |
| To the shade of the forest trees | B |
| To revel with Pan in his secret haunts | E |
| To pipe mazourkas while satyrs dance | F |
| Or lull to soft slumber some favorite faun | D |
| And fascinate strange wild birds and bees | B |
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| I love the woods when autumnal fires | G |
| Are kindled on every hill | H |
| When dead leaves rustle in grove and field | I |
| And trees are known by the fruits they yield | I |
| And the wild grapes sweetened by frost inspire | J |
| A mildly desperate bibulous thrill | H |
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| There's a joy for which I would fling to the air | K |
| My petty portion of wealth and fame | L |
| In tracking the rabbit o'er fresh fallen snow | D |
| The ways of the 'coon and opossum to know | D |
| To capture squirrels when branches are bare | K |
| As the cupboard shelf of that ancient dame | L |
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| Oh I long to explore the woods again | D |
| In my own aboriginal way | M |
| As before I knew how culture could frown | D |
| On a hoydenish gait and a homespun gown | D |
| Or dreamed that the strata of proud upper ten | D |
| Would smile at rusticity's naivete | M |
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| I sigh for the pleasures of long ago | D |
| In youth's sweet halcyon time | N |
| When better beloved than the thoroughfare | K |
| By multitudes trod were the woodlands where | K |
| Was never a path that I did not know | D |
| Nor thrifty sapling I dared not climb | N |
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| Alas for lost freedom Alas for me | O |
| For oh Society's lip would curl | P |
| Propriety's self with scornful eye | Q |
| And gilt edged Fashion would pass me by | Q |
| To know that sometimes I'm dying to be | O |
| The romp the rover the same old girl | P |
Hattie Howard
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