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

JANUARYA
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Janus am I oldest of potentatesB
Forward I look and backward and belowC
I count as god of avenues and gatesB
The years that through my portals come and goC
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I block the roads and drift the fields with snowC
I chase the wild fowl from the frozen fenD
My frosts congeal the rivers in their flowC
My fires light up the hearths and hearts of menD
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FEBRUARYA
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I am lustration and the sea is mineE
I wash the sands and headlands with my tideF
My brow is crowned with branches of the pineE
Before my chariot wheels the fishes glideF
By me all things unclean are purifiedF
By me the souls of men washed white againD
E'en the unlovely tombs of those who diedF
Without a dirge I cleanse from every stainG
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MARCHH
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I Martius am Once first and now the thirdI
To lead the Year was my appointed placeJ
A mortal dispossessed me by a wordI
And set there Janus with the double faceJ
Hence I make war on all the human raceJ
I shake the cities with my hurricanesK
I flood the rivers and their banks effaceJ
And drown the farms and hamlets with my rainsK
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APRILL
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I open wide the portals of the SpringM
To welcome the procession of the flowersN
With their gay banners and the birds that singM
Their song of songs from their aerial towersN
I soften with my sunshine and my showersN
The heart of earth with thoughts of love I glideF
Into the hearts of men and with the HoursN
Upon the Bull with wreathed horns I rideF
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MAYO
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Hark The sea faring wild fowl loud proclaimP
My coming and the swarming of the beesQ
These are my heralds and behold my nameP
Is written in blossoms on the hawthorn treesQ
I tell the mariner when to sail the seasQ
I waft o'er all the land from far awayO
The breath and bloom of the HesperidesQ
My birthplace I am Maia I am MayO
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JUNER
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Mine is the Month of Roses yes and mineE
The Month of Marriages All pleasant sightsQ
And scents the fragrance of the blossoming vineE
The foliage of the valleys and the heightsQ
Mine are the longest days the loveliest nightsQ
The mower's scythe makes music to my earS
I am the mother of all dear delightsQ
I am the fairest daughter of the yearT
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JULYU
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My emblem is the Lion and I breatheV
The breath of Libyan deserts o'er the landW
My sickle as a sabre I unsheatheV
And bent before me the pale harvests standW
The lakes and rivers shrink at my commandW
And there is thirst and fever in the airX
The sky is changed to brass the earth to sandW
I am the Emperor whose name I bearX
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AUGUSTY
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The Emperor Octavian called the AugustY
I being his favorite bestowed his nameP
Upon me and I hold it still in trustY
In memory of him and of his fameP
I am the Virgin and my vestal flameP
Burns less intensely than the Lion's rageZ
Sheaves are my only garlands and I claimP
The golden Harvests as my heritageA2
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SEPTEMBERB2
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I bear the Scales where hang in equipoiseQ
The night and day and when unto my lipsQ
I put my trumpet with its stress and noiseQ
Fly the white clouds like tattered sails of shipsQ
The tree tops lash the air with sounding whipsQ
Southward the clamorous sea fowl wing their flightC2
The hedges are all red with haws and hipsQ
The Hunter's Moon reigns empress of the nightC2
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OCTOBERB2
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My ornaments are fruits my garments leavesQ
Woven like cloth of gold and crimson dyedF
I do not boast the harvesting of sheavesQ
O'er orchards and o'er vineyards I presideF
Though on the frigid Scorpion I rideF
The dreamy air is full and overflowsQ
With tender memories of the summer tideF
And mingled voices of the doves and crowsQ
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NOVEMBERB2
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The Centaur Sagittarius am IU
Born of Ixion's and the cloud's embraceQ
With sounding hoofs across the earth I flyU
A steed Thessalian with a human faceQ
Sharp winds the arrows are with which I chaseQ
The leaves half dead already with affrightF
I shroud myself in gloom and to the raceQ
Of mortals bring nor comfort nor delightF
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DECEMBERB2
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Riding upon the Goat with snow white hairX
I come the last of all This crown of mineE
Is of the holly in my hand I bearX
The thyrsus tipped with fragrant cones of pineE
I celebrate the birth of the DivineE
And the return of the Saturnian reignG
My songs are carols sung at every shrineE
Proclaiming 'Peace on earth good will to men '-

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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