Katie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGG HHIIJJKKEELLMMHHNNOO PPKKQQRR SSTTUUVVWWXXYYZZA2A2 B2B2C2C2D2D2E2E2F2F2 RRG2G2H2H2I2I2J2J2K2 K2L2L2WWKKDDA2A2M2M2 N2N2 KKO2O2D2D2P2P2Q2Q2R2 ZS2S2T2T2U2U2V2V2W2W 2X2X2OOY2Y2KZ2V2V2FF A3A3 H2H2AAPPXXB3B3EEC3C3 D3D3FFE3E3F3F3G3G3V2 V2H3H3EEGG I3J3EEK3K3L3L3M3M3DD N3N3O3O3V2V2EEF3F3H3 H3F2F2V2V2P3Q3E3E3R3 R3V2V2It may be through some foreign grace | A |
And unfamiliar charm of face | A |
It may be that across the foam | B |
Which bore her from her childhood's home | B |
By some strange spell my Katie brought | C |
Along with English creeds and thought | C |
Entangled in her golden hair | D |
Some English sunshine warmth and air | D |
I cannot tell but here to day | E |
A thousand billowy leagues away | E |
From that green isle whose twilight skies | F |
No darker are than Katie's eyes | F |
She seems to me go where she will | G |
An English girl in England still | G |
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I meet her on the dusty street | H |
And daisies spring about her feet | H |
Or touched to life beneath her tread | I |
An English cowslip lifts its head | I |
And as to do her grace rise up | J |
The primrose and the buttercup | J |
I roam with her through fields of cane | K |
And seem to stroll an English lane | K |
Which white with blossoms of the May | E |
Spreads its green carpet in her way | E |
As fancy wills the path beneath | L |
Is golden gorse or purple heath | L |
And now we hear in woodlands dim | M |
Their unarticulated hymn | M |
Now walk through rippling waves of wheat | H |
Now sink in mats of clover sweet | H |
Or see before us from the lawn | N |
The lark go up to greet the dawn | N |
All birds that love the English sky | O |
Throng round my path when she is by | O |
The blackbird from a neighboring thorn | P |
With music brims the cup of morn | P |
And in a thick melodious rain | K |
The mavis pours her mellow strain | K |
But only when my Katie's voice | Q |
Makes all the listening woods rejoice | Q |
I hear with cheeks that flush and pale | R |
The passion of the nightingale | R |
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Anon the pictures round her change | S |
And through an ancient town we range | S |
Whereto the shadowy memory clings | T |
Of one of England's Saxon kings | T |
And which to shrine his fading fame | U |
Still keeps his ashes and his name | U |
Quaint houses rise on either hand | V |
But still the airs are fresh and bland | V |
As if their gentle wings caressed | W |
Some new born village of the West | W |
A moment by the Norman tower | X |
We pause it is the Sabbath hour | X |
And o'er the city sinks and swells | Y |
The chime of old St Mary's bells | Y |
Which still resound in Katie's ears | Z |
As sweet as when in distant years | Z |
She heard them peal with jocund din | A2 |
A merry English Christmas in | A2 |
We pass the abbey's ruined arch | B2 |
And statelier grows my Katie's march | B2 |
As round her wearied with the taint | C2 |
Of Transatlantic pine and paint | C2 |
She sees a thousand tokens cast | D2 |
Of England's venerable Past | D2 |
Our reverent footsteps lastly claims | E2 |
The younger chapel of St James | E2 |
Which though as English records run | F2 |
Not old had seen full many a sun | F2 |
Ere to the cold December gale | R |
The thoughtful Pilgrim spread his sail | R |
There Katie in her childish days | G2 |
Spelt out her prayers and lisped her praise | G2 |
And doubtless as her beauty grew | H2 |
Did much as other maidens do | H2 |
Across the pews and down the aisle | I2 |
Sent many a beau bewildering smile | I2 |
And to subserve her spirit's need | J2 |
Learned other things beside the creed | J2 |
There too to day her knee she bows | K2 |
And by her one whose darker brows | K2 |
Betray the Southern heart that burns | L2 |
Beside her and which only turns | L2 |
Its thoughts to Heaven in one request | W |
Not all unworthy to be blest | W |
But rising from an earthlier pain | K |
Than might beseem a Christian fane | K |
Ah can the guileless maiden share | D |
The wish that lifts that passionate prayer | D |
Is all at peace that breast within | A2 |
Good angels warn her of the sin | A2 |
Alas what boots it who can save | M2 |
A willing victim of the wave | M2 |
Who cleanse a soul that loves its guilt | N2 |
Or gather wine when wine is spilt | N2 |
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We quit the holy house and gain | K |
The open air then happy twain | K |
Adown familiar streets we go | O2 |
And now and then she turns to show | O2 |
With fears that all is changing fast | D2 |
Some spot that's sacred to her Past | D2 |
Here by this way through shadows cool | P2 |
A little maid she tripped to school | P2 |
And there each morning used to stop | Q2 |
Before a wonder of a shop | Q2 |
Where built of apples and of pears | R2 |
Rose pyramids of golden spheres | Z |
While dangling in her dazzled sight | S2 |
Ripe cherries cast a crimson light | S2 |
And made her think of elfin lamps | T2 |
And feast and sport in fairy camps | T2 |
Whereat upon her royal throne | U2 |
Most richly carved in cherry stone | U2 |
Titania ruled in queenly state | V2 |
The boisterous revels of the f ete | V2 |
'T was yonder with their horrid noise | W2 |
Dismissed from books she met the boys | W2 |
Who with a barbarous scorn of girls | X2 |
Glanced slightly at her sunny curls | X2 |
And laughed and leaped as reckless by | O |
As though no pretty face were nigh | O |
But here the maiden grows demure | Y2 |
Indeed she's not so VERY sure | Y2 |
That in a year or haply twain | K |
Who looked e'er failed to look again | Z2 |
And sooth to say I little doubt | V2 |
Some azure day the truth will out | V2 |
That certain baits in certain eyes | F |
Caught many an unsuspecting prize | F |
And somewhere underneath these eaves | A3 |
A budding flirt put forth its leaves | A3 |
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Has not the sky a deeper blue | H2 |
Have not the trees a greener hue | H2 |
And bend they not with lordlier grace | A |
And nobler shapes above the place | A |
Where on one cloudless winter morn | P |
My Katie to this life was born | P |
Ah folly long hath fled the hour | X |
When love to sight gave keener power | X |
And lovers looked for special boons | B3 |
In brighter flowers and larger moons | B3 |
But wave the foliage as it may | E |
And let the sky be ashen gray | E |
Thus much at least a manly youth | C3 |
May hold and yet not blush as truth | C3 |
If near that blessed spot of earth | D3 |
Which saw the cherished maiden's birth | D3 |
No softer dews than usual rise | F |
And life there keeps its wonted guise | F |
Yet not the less that spot may seem | E3 |
As lovely as a poet's dream | E3 |
And should a fervid faith incline | F3 |
To make thereof a sainted shrine | F3 |
Who may deny that round us throng | G3 |
A hundred earthly creeds as wrong | G3 |
But meaner far which yet unblamed | V2 |
Stalk by us and are not ashamed | V2 |
So therefore Katie as our stroll | H3 |
Ends at this portal while you roll | H3 |
Those lustrous eyes to catch each ray | E |
That may recall some vanished day | E |
I let them jeer and laugh who will | G |
Stoop down and kiss the sacred sill | G |
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So strongly sometimes on the sense | I3 |
These fancies hold their influence | J3 |
That in long well known streets I stray | E |
Like one who fears to lose his way | E |
The stranger I the native she | K3 |
Myself not Kate had crossed the sea | K3 |
And changing place and mixing times | L3 |
I walk in unfamiliar climes | L3 |
These houses free to every breeze | M3 |
That blows from warm Floridian seas | M3 |
Assume a massive English air | D |
And close around an English square | D |
While if I issue from the town | N3 |
An English hill looks greenly down | N3 |
Or round me rolls an English park | O3 |
And in the Broad I hear the Larke | O3 |
Thus when where woodland violets hide | V2 |
I rove with Katie at my side | V2 |
It scarce would seem amiss to say | E |
Katie my home lies far away | E |
Beyond the pathless waste of brine | F3 |
In a young land of palm and pine | F3 |
There by the tropic heats the soul | H3 |
Is touched as if with living coal | H3 |
And glows with such a fire as none | F2 |
Can feel beneath a Northern sun | F2 |
Unless my Katie's heart attest | V2 |
'T is kindled in an English breast | V2 |
Such is the land in which I live | P3 |
And Katie such the soul I give | Q3 |
Come ere another morning beam | E3 |
We'll cleave the sea with wings of steam | E3 |
And soon despite of storm or calm | R3 |
Beneath my native groves of palm | R3 |
Kind friends shall greet with joy and pride | V2 |
The Southron and his English bride | V2 |
Henry Timrod
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