To The Harvest Moon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCD CCEECCFF GHIIJJKK LLJJCCMJLLNCCN OOPCJJLL QQCCMMRR SSCCCCTTUULQQL| Cum ruit imbriferum ver | A |
| Spicea jam campis cum messis inhorruit et cum | B |
| Frumenta in viridi stipula lactentia turgent | C |
| Cuncta tibi Cererem pubes agrestis adoret | C |
| VIRGIL | D |
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| Moon of Harvest herald mild | C |
| Of plenty rustic labour's child | C |
| Hail oh hail I greet thy beam | E |
| As soft it trembles o'er the stream | E |
| And gilds the straw thatch'd hamlet wide | C |
| Where Innocence and Peace reside | C |
| 'Tis thou that gladd'st with joy the rustic throng | F |
| Promptest the tripping dance the exhilarating song | F |
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| Moon of Harvest I do love | G |
| O'er the uplands now to rove | H |
| While thy modest ray serene | I |
| Gilds the wide surrounding scene | I |
| And to watch thee riding high | J |
| In the blue vault of the sky | J |
| Where no thin vapour intercepts thy ray | K |
| But in unclouded majesty thou walkest on thy way | K |
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| Pleasing 'tis oh modest Moon | L |
| Now the night is at her noon | L |
| 'Neath thy sway to musing lie | J |
| While around the zephyrs sigh | J |
| Fanning soft the sun tann'd wheat | C |
| Ripen'd by the summer's heat | C |
| Picturing all the rustic's joy | M |
| When boundless plenty greets his eye | J |
| And thinking soon | L |
| Oh modest Moon | L |
| How many a female eye will roam | N |
| Along the road | C |
| To see the load | C |
| The last dear load of harvest home | N |
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| Storms and tempests floods and rains | O |
| Stern despoilers of the plains | O |
| Hence away the season flee | P |
| Foes to light heart jollity | C |
| May no winds careering high | J |
| Drive the clouds along the sky | J |
| But may all nature smile with aspect boon | L |
| When in the heavens thou show'st thy face oh Harvest Moon | L |
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| 'Neath yon lowly roof he lies | Q |
| The husbandman with deep seal'd eyes | Q |
| He dreams of crowded barns and round | C |
| The yard he hears the flail resound | C |
| Oh may no hurricane destroy | M |
| His visionary views of joy | M |
| God of the winds oh hear his humble prayer | R |
| And while the Moon of Harvest shines thy blustering whirlwind spare | R |
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| Sons of luxury to you | S |
| Leave I sleep's dull power to woo | S |
| Press ye still the downy bed | C |
| While feverish dreams surround your head | C |
| I will seek the woodland glade | C |
| Penetrate the thickest shade | C |
| Wrapp'd in contemplation's dreams | T |
| Musing high on holy themes | T |
| While on the gale | U |
| Shall softly sail | U |
| The nightingale's enchanting tune | L |
| And oft my eyes | Q |
| Shall grateful rise | Q |
| To thee the modest Harvest Moon | L |
Henry Kirk White
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