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This song of mine	A
Is a Song of the Vine	A
To be sung by the glowing embers	B
Of wayside inns	C
When the rain begins	C
To darken the drear Novembers	C
	-
It is not a song	D
Of the Scuppernong	D
From warm Carolinian valleys	C
Nor the Isabel	E
And the Muscadel	E
That bask in our garden alleys	C
	-
Nor the red Mustang	F
Whose clusters hang	F
O'er the waves of the Colorado	G
And the fiery flood	H
Of whose purple blood	H
Has a dash of Spanish bravado	G
	-
For richest and best	I
Is the wine of the West	I
That grows by the Beautiful River	J
Whose sweet perfume	K
Fills all the room	K
With a benison on the giver	J
	-
And as hollow trees	C
Are the haunts of bees	C
Forever going and coming	L
So this crystal hive	M
Is all alive	M
With a swarming and buzzing and humming	L
	-
Very good in its way	N
Is the Verzenay	A
Or the Sillery soft and creamy	O
But Catawba wine	A
Has a taste more divine	A
More dulcet delicious and dreamy	O
	-
There grows no vine	A
By the haunted Rhine	A
By Danube or Guadalquivir	J
Nor on island or cape	P
That bears such a grape	P
As grows by the Beautiful River	J
	-
Drugged is their juice	C
For foreign use	C
When shipped o'er the reeling Atlantic	Q
To rack our brains	C
With the fever pains	C
That have driven the Old World frantic	Q
	-
To the sewers and sinks	C
With all such drinks	C
And after them tumble the mixer	J
For a poison malign	A
Is such Borgia wine	A
Or at best but a Devil's Elixir	J
	-
While pure as a spring	L
Is the wine I sing	L
And to praise it one needs but name it	R
For Catawba wine	A
Has need of no sign	A
No tavern bush to proclaim it	R
	-
And this Song of the Vine	A
This greeting of mine	A
The winds and the birds shall deliver	J
To the Queen of the West	I
In her garlands dressed	I
On the banks of the Beautiful River	J

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Catawba Wine. (birds Of Passage. Flight The First) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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