The City Tree Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I stand within the stony arid town	A
I gaze for ever on the narrow street	B
I hear for ever passing up and down	A
The ceaseless tramp of feet	B
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I know no brotherhood with far lock'd woods	C
Where branches bourgeon from a kindred sap	D
Where o'er moss'd roots in cool green solitudes	C
Small silver brooklets lap	D
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No em'rald vines creep wistfully to me	E
And lay their tender fingers on my bark	F
High may I toss my boughs yet never see	E
Dawn's first most glorious spark	F
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When to and fro my branches wave and sway	G
Answ'ring the feeble wind that faintly calls	C
They kiss no kindred boughs but touch alway	G
The stones of climbing walls	C
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My heart is never pierc'd with song of bird	H
My leaves know nothing of that glad unrest	I
Which makes a flutter in the still woods heard	H
When wild birds build a nest	I
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There never glance the eyes of violets up	J
Blue into the deep splendour of my green	K
Nor falls the sunlight to the primrose cup	J
My quivering leaves between	K
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Not mine not mine to turn from soft delight	L
Of wood bine breathings honey sweet and warm	M
With kin embattl'd rear my glorious height	L
To greet the coming storm	M
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Not mine to watch across the free broad plains	C
The whirl of stormy cohorts sweeping fast	N
The level silver lances of great rains	C
Blown onward by the blast	N
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Not mine the clamouring tempest to defy	O
Tossing the proud crest of my dusky leaves	C
Defender of small flowers that trembling lie	O
Against my barky greaves	C
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Not mine to watch the wild swan drift above	P
Balanced on wings that could not choose between	K
The wooing sky blue as the eye of love	P
And my own tender green	K
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And yet my branches spread a kingly sight	L
In the close prison of the drooping air	Q
When sun vex'd noons are at their fiery height	L
My shade is broad and there	Q
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Come city toilers who their hour of ease	C
Weave out to precious seconds as they lie	O
Pillow'd on horny hands to hear the breeze	C
Through my great branches die	O
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I see no flowers but as the children race	C
With noise and clamour through the dusty street	B
I see the bud of many an angel face	C
I hear their merry feet	B
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No violets look up but shy and grave	R
The children pause and lift their chrystal eyes	C
To where my emerald branches call and wave	R
As to the mystic skies	C

Isabella Valancy Crawford

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