Courtin', The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GDGD HIHJ FFFF KDKD LDFD MNON FPFP QDQD DJDJ NPNP JDJD JJJJ RDRD SFSF SFFF JDJD FDFD SSSS JDJD JFJF JJJJ| God makes sech nights all white an' still | A |
| Fur 'z you can look or listen | B |
| Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill | A |
| All silence an' all glisten | B |
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| Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown | C |
| An' peeked in thru' the winder | D |
| An' there sot Huldy all alone | C |
| 'Ith no one nigh to hender | D |
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| A fireplace filled the room's one side | E |
| With half a cord o' wood in | F |
| There warn't no stoves tell comfort died | E |
| To bake ye to a puddin' | F |
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| The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out | G |
| Towards the pootiest bless her | D |
| An' leetle flames danced all about | G |
| The chiny on the dresser | D |
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| Agin the chimbley crook necks hung | H |
| An' in amongst 'em rusted | I |
| The ole queen's arm that Gran'ther Young | H |
| Fetched back f'om Concord busted | J |
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| The very room coz she was in | F |
| Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin' | F |
| An' she looked full ez rosy agin | F |
| Ez the apples she was peelin' | F |
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| 'Twas kin' o' kingdom come to look | K |
| On sech a blessed cretur | D |
| A dogrose blushin' to a brook | K |
| Ain't modester nor sweeter | D |
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| He was six foot o' man A | L |
| Clear grit an' human natur' | D |
| None couldn't quicker pitch a ton | F |
| Nor dror a furrer straighter | D |
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| He'd sparked it with full twenty gals | M |
| He'd squired 'em danced 'em druv 'em | N |
| Fust this one an' then thet by spells | O |
| All is he couldn't love 'em | N |
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| But long o' her his veins 'ould run | F |
| All crinkly like curled maple | P |
| The side she breshed felt full o' sun | F |
| Ez a south slope in Ap'il | P |
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| She thought no v'ice hed sech a swing | Q |
| Ez hisn in the choir | D |
| My when he made Ole Hunderd ring | Q |
| She knowed the Lord was nigher | D |
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| An' she'd blush scarlit right in prayer | D |
| When her new meetin' bunnet | J |
| Felt somehow thru its crown a pair | D |
| O' blue eyes sot upun it | J |
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| Thet night I tell ye she looked some | N |
| She seemed to 've gut a new soul | P |
| For she felt sartin sure he'd come | N |
| Down to her very shoe sole | P |
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| She heered a foot an' knowed it tu | J |
| A raspin' on the scraper | D |
| All ways to once her feelins flew | J |
| Like sparks in burnt up paper | D |
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| He kin' o' l'itered on the mat | J |
| Some doubtfle o' the sekle | J |
| His heart kep' goin' pity pat | J |
| But hern went pity Zekle | J |
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| An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk | R |
| Ez though she wished him furder | D |
| An' on her apples kep' to work | R |
| Parin' away like murder | D |
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| You want to see my Pa I s'pose | S |
| Wal no I come dasignin' | F |
| To see my Ma She's sprinklin' clo'es | S |
| Agin to morrer's i'nin' | F |
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| To say why gals act so or so | S |
| Or don't 'ould be presumin' | F |
| Mebbe to mean yes an' say no | F |
| Comes nateral to women | F |
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| He stood a spell on one foot fust | J |
| Then stood a spell on t'other | D |
| An' on which one he felt the wust | J |
| He couldn't ha' told ye nuther | D |
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| Says he I'd better call agin | F |
| Says she Think likely Mister | D |
| Thet last word pricked him like a pin | F |
| An' Wal he up an' kist her | D |
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| When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips | S |
| Huldy sot pale ez ashes | S |
| All kin' o' smily roun' the lips | S |
| An' teary roun' the lashes | S |
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| For she was jes' the quiet kind | J |
| Whose naturs never vary | D |
| Like streams that keep a summer mind | J |
| Snowhid in Jenooary | D |
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| The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued | J |
| Too tight for all expressin' | F |
| Tell mother see how metters stood | J |
| An' gin 'em both her blessin' | F |
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| Then her red come back like the tide | J |
| Down to the Bay o' Fundy | J |
| An' all I know is they was cried | J |
| In meetin' come nex' Sunday | J |
James Russell Lowell
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