Katie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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It may be through some foreign graceA
And unfamiliar charm of faceA
It may be that across the foamB
Which bore her from her childhood's homeB
By some strange spell my Katie broughtC
Along with English creeds and thoughtC
Entangled in her golden hairD
Some English sunshine warmth and airD
I cannot tell but here to dayE
A thousand billowy leagues awayE
From that green isle whose twilight skiesF
No darker are than Katie's eyesF
She seems to me go where she willG
An English girl in England stillG
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I meet her on the dusty streetH
And daisies spring about her feetH
Or touched to life beneath her treadI
An English cowslip lifts its headI
And as to do her grace rise upJ
The primrose and the buttercupJ
I roam with her through fields of caneK
And seem to stroll an English laneK
Which white with blossoms of the MayE
Spreads its green carpet in her wayE
As fancy wills the path beneathL
Is golden gorse or purple heathL
And now we hear in woodlands dimM
Their unarticulated hymnM
Now walk through rippling waves of wheatH
Now sink in mats of clover sweetH
Or see before us from the lawnN
The lark go up to greet the dawnN
All birds that love the English skyO
Throng round my path when she is byO
The blackbird from a neighboring thornP
With music brims the cup of mornP
And in a thick melodious rainK
The mavis pours her mellow strainK
But only when my Katie's voiceQ
Makes all the listening woods rejoiceQ
I hear with cheeks that flush and paleR
The passion of the nightingaleR
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Anon the pictures round her changeS
And through an ancient town we rangeS
Whereto the shadowy memory clingsT
Of one of England's Saxon kingsT
And which to shrine his fading fameU
Still keeps his ashes and his nameU
Quaint houses rise on either handV
But still the airs are fresh and blandV
As if their gentle wings caressedW
Some new born village of the WestW
A moment by the Norman towerX
We pause it is the Sabbath hourX
And o'er the city sinks and swellsY
The chime of old St Mary's bellsY
Which still resound in Katie's earsZ
As sweet as when in distant yearsZ
She heard them peal with jocund dinA2
A merry English Christmas inA2
We pass the abbey's ruined archB2
And statelier grows my Katie's marchB2
As round her wearied with the taintC2
Of Transatlantic pine and paintC2
She sees a thousand tokens castD2
Of England's venerable PastD2
Our reverent footsteps lastly claimsE2
The younger chapel of St JamesE2
Which though as English records runF2
Not old had seen full many a sunF2
Ere to the cold December galeR
The thoughtful Pilgrim spread his sailR
There Katie in her childish daysG2
Spelt out her prayers and lisped her praiseG2
And doubtless as her beauty grewH2
Did much as other maidens doH2
Across the pews and down the aisleI2
Sent many a beau bewildering smileI2
And to subserve her spirit's needJ2
Learned other things beside the creedJ2
There too to day her knee she bowsK2
And by her one whose darker browsK2
Betray the Southern heart that burnsL2
Beside her and which only turnsL2
Its thoughts to Heaven in one requestW
Not all unworthy to be blestW
But rising from an earthlier painK
Than might beseem a Christian faneK
Ah can the guileless maiden shareD
The wish that lifts that passionate prayerD
Is all at peace that breast withinA2
Good angels warn her of the sinA2
Alas what boots it who can saveM2
A willing victim of the waveM2
Who cleanse a soul that loves its guiltN2
Or gather wine when wine is spiltN2
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We quit the holy house and gainK
The open air then happy twainK
Adown familiar streets we goO2
And now and then she turns to showO2
With fears that all is changing fastD2
Some spot that's sacred to her PastD2
Here by this way through shadows coolP2
A little maid she tripped to schoolP2
And there each morning used to stopQ2
Before a wonder of a shopQ2
Where built of apples and of pearsR2
Rose pyramids of golden spheresZ
While dangling in her dazzled sightS2
Ripe cherries cast a crimson lightS2
And made her think of elfin lampsT2
And feast and sport in fairy campsT2
Whereat upon her royal throneU2
Most richly carved in cherry stoneU2
Titania ruled in queenly stateV2
The boisterous revels of the f eteV2
'T was yonder with their horrid noiseW2
Dismissed from books she met the boysW2
Who with a barbarous scorn of girlsX2
Glanced slightly at her sunny curlsX2
And laughed and leaped as reckless byO
As though no pretty face were nighO
But here the maiden grows demureY2
Indeed she's not so VERY sureY2
That in a year or haply twainK
Who looked e'er failed to look againZ2
And sooth to say I little doubtV2
Some azure day the truth will outV2
That certain baits in certain eyesF
Caught many an unsuspecting prizeF
And somewhere underneath these eavesA3
A budding flirt put forth its leavesA3
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Has not the sky a deeper blueH2
Have not the trees a greener hueH2
And bend they not with lordlier graceA
And nobler shapes above the placeA
Where on one cloudless winter mornP
My Katie to this life was bornP
Ah folly long hath fled the hourX
When love to sight gave keener powerX
And lovers looked for special boonsB3
In brighter flowers and larger moonsB3
But wave the foliage as it mayE
And let the sky be ashen grayE
Thus much at least a manly youthC3
May hold and yet not blush as truthC3
If near that blessed spot of earthD3
Which saw the cherished maiden's birthD3
No softer dews than usual riseF
And life there keeps its wonted guiseF
Yet not the less that spot may seemE3
As lovely as a poet's dreamE3
And should a fervid faith inclineF3
To make thereof a sainted shrineF3
Who may deny that round us throngG3
A hundred earthly creeds as wrongG3
But meaner far which yet unblamedV2
Stalk by us and are not ashamedV2
So therefore Katie as our strollH3
Ends at this portal while you rollH3
Those lustrous eyes to catch each rayE
That may recall some vanished dayE
I let them jeer and laugh who willG
Stoop down and kiss the sacred sillG
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So strongly sometimes on the senseI3
These fancies hold their influenceJ3
That in long well known streets I strayE
Like one who fears to lose his wayE
The stranger I the native sheK3
Myself not Kate had crossed the seaK3
And changing place and mixing timesL3
I walk in unfamiliar climesL3
These houses free to every breezeM3
That blows from warm Floridian seasM3
Assume a massive English airD
And close around an English squareD
While if I issue from the townN3
An English hill looks greenly downN3
Or round me rolls an English parkO3
And in the Broad I hear the LarkeO3
Thus when where woodland violets hideV2
I rove with Katie at my sideV2
It scarce would seem amiss to sayE
Katie my home lies far awayE
Beyond the pathless waste of brineF3
In a young land of palm and pineF3
There by the tropic heats the soulH3
Is touched as if with living coalH3
And glows with such a fire as noneF2
Can feel beneath a Northern sunF2
Unless my Katie's heart attestV2
'T is kindled in an English breastV2
Such is the land in which I liveP3
And Katie such the soul I giveQ3
Come ere another morning beamE3
We'll cleave the sea with wings of steamE3
And soon despite of storm or calmR3
Beneath my native groves of palmR3
Kind friends shall greet with joy and prideV2
The Southron and his English brideV2

Henry Timrod



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