In The Harbour: The Poet's Calendar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC CDCD A EFEFFDFG H IJIJJKJK L MNMNNFNF O PQPQQOQO R EQEQQSQT U VWVWWXWX Y YPYPPZPA2 B2 QQQQQC2QC2 B2 QFQFFQFQ B2 UQUQQFQF B2 XEXEEGE| JANUARY | A |
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| Janus am I oldest of potentates | B |
| Forward I look and backward and below | C |
| I count as god of avenues and gates | B |
| The years that through my portals come and go | C |
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| I block the roads and drift the fields with snow | C |
| I chase the wild fowl from the frozen fen | D |
| My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow | C |
| My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men | D |
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| FEBRUARY | A |
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| I am lustration and the sea is mine | E |
| I wash the sands and headlands with my tide | F |
| My brow is crowned with branches of the pine | E |
| Before my chariot wheels the fishes glide | F |
| By me all things unclean are purified | F |
| By me the souls of men washed white again | D |
| E'en the unlovely tombs of those who died | F |
| Without a dirge I cleanse from every stain | G |
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| MARCH | H |
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| I Martius am Once first and now the third | I |
| To lead the Year was my appointed place | J |
| A mortal dispossessed me by a word | I |
| And set there Janus with the double face | J |
| Hence I make war on all the human race | J |
| I shake the cities with my hurricanes | K |
| I flood the rivers and their banks efface | J |
| And drown the farms and hamlets with my rains | K |
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| APRIL | L |
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| I open wide the portals of the Spring | M |
| To welcome the procession of the flowers | N |
| With their gay banners and the birds that sing | M |
| Their song of songs from their aerial towers | N |
| I soften with my sunshine and my showers | N |
| The heart of earth with thoughts of love I glide | F |
| Into the hearts of men and with the Hours | N |
| Upon the Bull with wreathed horns I ride | F |
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| MAY | O |
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| Hark The sea faring wild fowl loud proclaim | P |
| My coming and the swarming of the bees | Q |
| These are my heralds and behold my name | P |
| Is written in blossoms on the hawthorn trees | Q |
| I tell the mariner when to sail the seas | Q |
| I waft o'er all the land from far away | O |
| The breath and bloom of the Hesperides | Q |
| My birthplace I am Maia I am May | O |
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| JUNE | R |
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| Mine is the Month of Roses yes and mine | E |
| The Month of Marriages All pleasant sights | Q |
| And scents the fragrance of the blossoming vine | E |
| The foliage of the valleys and the heights | Q |
| Mine are the longest days the loveliest nights | Q |
| The mower's scythe makes music to my ear | S |
| I am the mother of all dear delights | Q |
| I am the fairest daughter of the year | T |
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| JULY | U |
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| My emblem is the Lion and I breathe | V |
| The breath of Libyan deserts o'er the land | W |
| My sickle as a sabre I unsheathe | V |
| And bent before me the pale harvests stand | W |
| The lakes and rivers shrink at my command | W |
| And there is thirst and fever in the air | X |
| The sky is changed to brass the earth to sand | W |
| I am the Emperor whose name I bear | X |
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| AUGUST | Y |
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| The Emperor Octavian called the August | Y |
| I being his favorite bestowed his name | P |
| Upon me and I hold it still in trust | Y |
| In memory of him and of his fame | P |
| I am the Virgin and my vestal flame | P |
| Burns less intensely than the Lion's rage | Z |
| Sheaves are my only garlands and I claim | P |
| The golden Harvests as my heritage | A2 |
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| SEPTEMBER | B2 |
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| I bear the Scales where hang in equipoise | Q |
| The night and day and when unto my lips | Q |
| I put my trumpet with its stress and noise | Q |
| Fly the white clouds like tattered sails of ships | Q |
| The tree tops lash the air with sounding whips | Q |
| Southward the clamorous sea fowl wing their flight | C2 |
| The hedges are all red with haws and hips | Q |
| The Hunter's Moon reigns empress of the night | C2 |
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| OCTOBER | B2 |
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| My ornaments are fruits my garments leaves | Q |
| Woven like cloth of gold and crimson dyed | F |
| I do not boast the harvesting of sheaves | Q |
| O'er orchards and o'er vineyards I preside | F |
| Though on the frigid Scorpion I ride | F |
| The dreamy air is full and overflows | Q |
| With tender memories of the summer tide | F |
| And mingled voices of the doves and crows | Q |
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| NOVEMBER | B2 |
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| The Centaur Sagittarius am I | U |
| Born of Ixion's and the cloud's embrace | Q |
| With sounding hoofs across the earth I fly | U |
| A steed Thessalian with a human face | Q |
| Sharp winds the arrows are with which I chase | Q |
| The leaves half dead already with affright | F |
| I shroud myself in gloom and to the race | Q |
| Of mortals bring nor comfort nor delight | F |
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| DECEMBER | B2 |
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| Riding upon the Goat with snow white hair | X |
| I come the last of all This crown of mine | E |
| Is of the holly in my hand I bear | X |
| The thyrsus tipped with fragrant cones of pine | E |
| I celebrate the birth of the Divine | E |
| And the return of the Saturnian reign | G |
| My songs are carols sung at every shrine | E |
| Proclaiming 'Peace on earth good will to men ' | - |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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