October's Bright Blue Weather Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBB CDED FGHG IGHG HGJG HGKG HBBB ABLBO suns and skies and clouds of June | A |
And flowers of June together | B |
Ye cannot rival for one hour | B |
October's bright blue weather | B |
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When loud the bumble bee makes haste | C |
Belated thriftless vagrant | D |
And golden rod is dying fast | E |
And lanes with grapes are fragrant | D |
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When gentians roll their fringes tight | F |
To save them for the morning | G |
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs | H |
Without a sound of warning | G |
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When on the ground red apples lie | I |
In piles like jewels shining | G |
And redder still on old stone walls | H |
Are leaves of woodbine twining | G |
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When all the lovely wayside things | H |
Their white winged seeds are sowing | G |
And in the fields still green and fair | J |
Late aftermaths are growing | G |
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When springs run low and on the brooks | H |
In idle golden freighting | G |
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush | K |
Of woods for winter waiting | G |
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When comrades seek sweet country haunts | H |
By twos and twos together | B |
And count like misers hour by hour | B |
October's bright blue weather | B |
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O suns and skies and flowers of June | A |
Count all your boasts together | B |
Love loveth best of all the year | L |
October's bright blue weather | B |
Helen Hunt Jackson
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Eileen Peregoff: Cannot forget this poem each year when October roll around. I memorized it in the 4th grade and love it still. I am 91 years old but still can appreciate beauty, both outside my winder and written on paper
Mary Jones: Teacher made us memorize this poem in 1958 - 3rd grade. Some of the language was a little over our heads then but the beauty of the poem has stuck with me all these years. It truly is lovely; I still remember it perfectly.
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