Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part I. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEBFGFHFIJGKLMNOP QRSTUGVBWBBXYFZA2BB2 BBC2D2E2BB2BFD2F2G2H 2I2J2BK2L2FVM2N2O2BZ P2Q2TFBR2BS2T2U2JV2W 2BX2BQ2Y2B2BBZ2B2A3Y TBB3C3BUD3BE3F3B3BBG 3H3I3TBBFJ3BBPJ3K3FL 3O2BBM3BN3N3BBFCN3A2 O3N3FFFBF BBB A3A3A3 N3N3N3| Max plac'd a ring on little Katie's hand | A |
| A silver ring that he had beaten out | B |
| From that same sacred coin first well priz'd wage | C |
| For boyish labour kept thro' many years | D |
| 'See Kate ' he said 'I had no skill to shape | E |
| Two hearts fast bound together so I grav'd | B |
| Just K and M for Katie and for Max ' | F |
| 'But look you've run the lines in such a way | G |
| That M is part of K and K of M ' | F |
| Said Katie smiling 'Did you mean it thus | H |
| I like it better than the double hearts ' | F |
| 'Well well ' he said 'but womankind is wise | I |
| Yet tell me dear will such a prophecy | J |
| Not hurt you sometimes when I am away | G |
| Will you not seek keen ey'd for some small break | K |
| In those deep lines to part the K and M | L |
| For you Nay Kate look down amid the globes | M |
| Of those large lilies that our light canoe | N |
| Divides and see within the polish'd pool | O |
| That small rose face of yours so dear so fair | P |
| A seed of love to cleave into a rock | Q |
| And bourgeon thence until the granite splits | R |
| Before its subtle strength I being gone | S |
| Poor soldier of the axe to bloodless fields | T |
| Inglorious battles whether lost or won | U |
| That sixteen summer'd heart of yours may say | G |
| ''I but was budding and I did not know | V |
| My core was crimson and my perfume sweet | B |
| I did not know how choice a thing I am | W |
| I had not seen the sun and blind I sway'd | B |
| To a strong wind and thought because I sway'd | B |
| 'Twas to the wooer of the perfect rose | X |
| That strong wild wind has swept beyond my ken | Y |
| The breeze I love sighs thro' my ruddy leaves ' | F |
| 'O words ' said Katie blushing 'only words | Z |
| You build them up that I may push them down | A2 |
| If hearts are flow'rs I know that flow'rs can root | B |
| 'Bud blossom die all in the same lov'd soil | B2 |
| They do so in my garden I have made | B |
| Your heart my garden If I am a bud | B |
| And only feel unfoldment feebly stir | C2 |
| Within my leaves wait patiently some June | D2 |
| I'll blush a full blown rose and queen it dear | E2 |
| In your lov'd garden Tho' I be a bud | B |
| My roots strike deep and torn from that dear soil | B2 |
| Would shriek like mandrakes those witch things I read | B |
| Of in your quaint old books Are you content ' | F |
| 'Yes crescent wise but not to round full moon | D2 |
| Look at yon hill that rounds so gently up | F2 |
| From the wide lake a lover king it looks | G2 |
| In cloth of gold gone from his bride and queen | H2 |
| And yet delayed because her silver locks | I2 |
| Catch in his gilded fringes his shoulders sweep | J2 |
| Into blue distance and his gracious crest | B |
| Not held too high is plum'd with maple groves | K2 |
| One of your father's farms A mighty man | L2 |
| Self hewn from rock remaining rock through all ' | F |
| 'He loves me Max ' said Katie 'Yes I know | V |
| A rock is cup to many a crystal spring | M2 |
| Well he is rich those misty peak roof'd barns | N2 |
| Leviathans rising from red seas of grain | O2 |
| Are full of ingots shaped like grains of wheat | B |
| His flocks have golden fleeces and his herds | Z |
| Have monarchs worshipful as was the calf | P2 |
| Aaron call'd from the furnace and his ploughs | Q2 |
| Like Genii chained snort o'er his mighty fields | T |
| He has a voice in Council and in Church ' | F |
| 'He work'd for all ' said Katie somewhat pain'd | B |
| 'Aye so dear love he did I heard him tell | R2 |
| How the first field upon his farm was ploughed | B |
| He and his brother Reuben stalwart lads | S2 |
| Yok'd themselves side by side to the new plough | T2 |
| Their weaker father in the grey of life | U2 |
| But rather the wan age of poverty | J |
| Than many winters in large gnarl'd hands | V2 |
| The plunging handles held with mighty strains | W2 |
| They drew the ripping beak through knotted sod | B |
| Thro' tortuous lanes of blacken'd smoking stumps | X2 |
| And past great flaming brush heaps sending out | B |
| Fierce summers beating on their swollen brows | Q2 |
| O such a battle had we heard of serfs | Y2 |
| Driven to like hot conflict with the soil | B2 |
| Armies had march'd and navies swiftly sail'd | B |
| To burst their gyves But here's the little point | B |
| The polish'd di'mond pivot on which spins | Z2 |
| The wheel of Difference they OWN'D the rugged soil | B2 |
| And fought for love dear love of wealth and pow'r | A3 |
| And honest ease and fair esteem of men | Y |
| One's blood heats at it ' 'Yet you said such fields | T |
| Were all inglorious ' Katie wondering said | B |
| 'Inglorious yes they make no promises | B3 |
| Of Star or Garter or the thundering guns | C3 |
| That tell the earth her warriors are dead | B |
| Inglorious aye the battle done and won | U |
| Means not a throne propp'd up with bleaching bones | D3 |
| A country sav'd with smoking seas of blood | B |
| A flag torn from the foe with wounds and death | E3 |
| Or Commerce with her housewife foot upon | F3 |
| Colossal bridge of slaughter'd savages | B3 |
| The Cross laid on her brawny shoulder and | B |
| In one sly mighty hand her reeking sword | B |
| And in the other all the woven cheats | G3 |
| From her dishonest looms Nay none of these | H3 |
| It means four walls perhaps a lowly roof | I3 |
| Kine in a peaceful posture modest fields | T |
| A man and woman standing hand in hand | B |
| In hale old age who looking o'er the land | B |
| Say 'Thank the Lord it all is mine and thine ' | F |
| It means to such thew'd warriors of the Axe | J3 |
| As your own father well it means sweet Kate | B |
| Outspreading circles of increasing gold | B |
| A name of weight one little daughter heir | P |
| Who must not wed the owner of an axe | J3 |
| Who owns naught else but some dim dusky woods | K3 |
| In a far land two arms indifferent strong ' | F |
| 'And Katie's heart ' said Katie with a smile | L3 |
| For yet she stood on that smooth violet plain | O2 |
| Where nothing shades the sun nor quite believed | B |
| Those blue peaks closing in were aught but mist | B |
| Which the gay sun could scatter with a glance | M3 |
| For Max he late had touch'd their stones but yet | B |
| He saw them seam'd with gold and precious ores | N3 |
| Rich with hill flow'rs and musical with rills | N3 |
| 'Or that same bud that will be Katie's heart | B |
| Against the time your deep dim woods are clear'd | B |
| And I have wrought my father to relent ' | F |
| 'How will you move him sweet why he will rage | C |
| And fume and anger striding o'er his fields | N3 |
| Until the last bought king of herds lets down | A2 |
| His lordly front and rumbling thunder from | O3 |
| His polish'd chest returns his chiding tones | N3 |
| How will you move him Katie tell me how ' | F |
| 'I'll kiss him and keep still that way is sure ' | F |
| Said Katie smiling 'I have often tried ' | F |
| 'God speed the kiss ' said Max and Katie sigh'd | B |
| With pray'rful palms close seal'd 'God speed the axe ' | F |
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| O light canoe where dost thou glide | B |
| Below thee gleams no silver'd tide | B |
| But concave heaven's chiefest pride | B |
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| Above thee burns Eve's rosy bar | A3 |
| Below thee throbs her darling star | A3 |
| Deep 'neath thy keel her round worlds are | A3 |
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| Above below O sweet surprise | N3 |
| To gladden happy lover's eyes | N3 |
| No earth no wave all jewell'd sides | N3 |
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Isabella Valancy Crawford
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