The Four Seasons : Spring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSS SRTURVTRWXVRSSSYRZA2 B2C2D2E2SFRF2G2H2RVI 2RJ2K2RRRRSD2L2RRRYS VSFSSA2TM2RN2VRCO2F2 E2SRMSQSSRSP2RQ2RC2R RR2SSSSS2RSRCQUSNST2 RSRU2V2RTRSQ2W2SH2SR E2X2RMSSRFY2SQ2Z2A3V RSSSB3C3RRD3SE3SSRSI SQSA2KSSRSSRSF3G3Come gentle Spring ethereal Mildness come | A |
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud | B |
While music wakes around veil'd in a shower | C |
Of shadowing roses on our plains descend | D |
O Hertford fitted or to shine in courts | E |
With unaffected grace or walk the plain | F |
With innocence and meditation join'd | G |
In soft assemblage listen to my song | H |
Which thy own Season paints when Nature all | I |
Is blooming and benevolent like thee | J |
And see where surly Winter passes off | K |
Far to the north and calls his ruffian blasts | L |
His blasts obey and quit the howling hill | M |
The shatter'd forest and the ravaged vale | N |
While softer gales succeed at whose kind touch | O |
Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost | P |
The mountains lift their green heads to the sky | Q |
As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd | R |
And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze | S |
Chills the pale morn and bids his driving sleets | S |
Deform the day delightless so that scarce | S |
The bittern knows his time with bill ingulf'd | R |
To shake the sounding marsh or from the shore | T |
The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath | U |
And sing their wild notes to the listening waste | R |
At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun | V |
And the bright Bull receives him Then no more | T |
The expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold | R |
But full of life and vivifying soul | W |
Lifts the light clouds sublime and spreads then thin | X |
Fleecy and white o'er all surrounding heaven | V |
Forth fly the tepid airs and unconfined | R |
Unbinding earth the moving softness strays | S |
Joyous the impatient husbandman perceives | S |
Relenting Nature and his lusty steers | S |
Drives from their stalls to where the well used plough | Y |
Lies in the furrow loosen'd from the frost | R |
There unrefusing to the harness'd yoke | Z |
They lend their shoulder and begin their toil | A2 |
Cheer'd by the simple song and soaring lark | B2 |
Meanwhile incumbent o'er the shining share | C2 |
The master leans removes the obstructing clay | D2 |
Winds the whole work and sidelong lays the glebe | E2 |
While through the neighbouring fields the sowe stalks | S |
With measured step and liberal throws the grain | F |
Into the faithful bosom of the ground | R |
The harrow follows harsh and shuts the scene | F2 |
Be gracious Heaven for now laborious Man | G2 |
Has done his part Ye fostering breezes blow | H2 |
Ye softening dews ye tender showers descend | R |
And temper all thou world reviving sun | V |
Into the perfect year Nor ye who live | I2 |
In luxury and ease in pomp and pride | R |
Think these lost themes unworthy of your ear | J2 |
Such themes as these the rural Maro sung | K2 |
To wide imperial Rome in the full height | R |
Of elegance and taste by Greece refined | R |
In ancient times the sacred plough employ'd | R |
The kings and awful fathers of mankind | R |
And some with whom compared your insect tribes | S |
Are but the beings of a summer's day | D2 |
Have held the scale of empire ruled the storm | L2 |
Of mighty war then with unwearied hand | R |
Disdaining little delicacies seized | R |
The plough and greatly independent lived | R |
Ye generous Britons venerate the plough | Y |
And o'er your hills and long withdrawing vales | S |
Let Autumn spread his treasures to the sun | V |
Luxuriant and unbounded as the sea | S |
Far through his azure turbulent domain | F |
Your empire owns and from a thousand shores | S |
Wafts all the pomp of life into your ports | S |
So with superior boon may your rich soil | A2 |
Exuberant Nature's better blessings pour | T |
O'er every land the naked nations clothe | M2 |
And be the exhaustless granary of a world | R |
Nor only through the lenient air this change | N2 |
Delicious breathes the penetrative sun | V |
His force deep darting to the dark retreat | R |
Of vegetation sets the steaming Power | C |
At large to wander o'er the verdant earth | O2 |
In various hues but chiefly thee gay green | F2 |
Thou smiling Nature's universal robe | E2 |
United light and shade where the sight dwells | S |
With growing strength and ever new delight | R |
From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill | M |
Led by the breeze the vivid verdure runs | S |
And swells and deepens to the cherish'd eye | Q |
The hawthorn whitens and the juicy groves | S |
Put forth their buds unfolding by degrees | S |
Till the whole leafy forest stands display'd | R |
In full luxuriance to the sighing gales | S |
Where the deer rustle through the twining brake | P2 |
And the birds sing conceal'd At once array'd | R |
In all the colours of the flushing year | Q2 |
By Nature's swift and secret working hand | R |
The garden glows and fills the liberal air | C2 |
With lavish fragrance while the promised fruit | R |
Lies yet a little embryo unperceived | R |
Within its crimson folds Now from the town | R2 |
Buried in smoke and sleep and noisome damps | S |
Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields | S |
Where freshness breathes and dash the trembling drops | S |
From the bent bush as through the verdant maze | S |
Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk | S2 |
Or taste the smell of dairy or ascend | R |
Some eminence Augusta in thy plains | S |
And see the country far diffused around | R |
One boundless blush one white empurpled shower | C |
Of mingled blossoms where the raptured eye | Q |
Hurries from joy to joy and hid beneath | U |
The fair profusion yellow Autumn spies | S |
If brush'd from Russian wilds a cutting gale | N |
Rise not and scatter from his humid wings | S |
The clammy mildew or dry blowing breathe | T2 |
Untimely frost before whose baleful blast | R |
The full blown Spring through all her foliage shrinks | S |
Joyless and dead a wide dejected waste | R |
For oft engender'd by the hazy north | U2 |
Myriads on myriads insect armies warp | V2 |
Keen in the poison'd breeze and wasteful eat | R |
Through buds and bark into the blacken'd core | T |
Their eager way A feeble race yet oft | R |
The sacred sons of vengeance on whose course | S |
Corrosive Famine waits and kills the year | Q2 |
To check this plague the skilful farmer chaff | W2 |
And blazing straw before his orchard burns | S |
Till all involved in smoke the latent foe | H2 |
From every cranny suffocated falls | S |
Or scatters o'er the blooms the pungent dust | R |
Of pepper fatal to the frosty tribe | E2 |
Or when the envenom'd leaf begins to curl | X2 |
With sprinkled water drowns them in their nest | R |
Nor while they pick them up with busy bill | M |
The little trooping birds unwisely scares | S |
Be patient swains these cruel seeming winds | S |
Blow not in vain Far hence they keep repress'd | R |
Those deepening clouds on clouds surcharged with rain | F |
That o'er the vast Atlantic hither borne | Y2 |
In endless train would quench the summer blaze | S |
And cheerless drown the crude unripen'd year | Q2 |
The north east spends his rage he now shut up | Z2 |
Within his iron cave the effusive south | A3 |
Warms the wide air and o'er the void of Heaven | V |
Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent | R |
At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise | S |
Scarce staining ether but by swift degrees | S |
In heaps on heaps the doubling vapour sails | S |
Along the loaded sky and mingling deep | B3 |
Sits on the horizon round a settled gloom | C3 |
Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed | R |
Oppressing life but lovely gentle kind | R |
And full of every hope and every joy | D3 |
The wish of Nature Gradual sinks the breeze | S |
Into a perfect calm that not a breath | E3 |
Is heard to quiver through the closing woods | S |
Or rustling turn the many twinkling leaves | S |
Of aspin tall The' uncurling floods diffused | R |
In glassy breadth seem through delusive lapse | S |
Forgetful of their course 'Tis silence all | I |
And pleasing expectation Herds and flocks | S |
Drop the dry sprig and mute imploring eye | Q |
The falling verdure Hush'd in short suspense | S |
The plumy people streak their wings with oil | A2 |
To throw the lucid moisture trickling off | K |
And wait the approaching sign to strike at once | S |
Into the general choir E'en mountains vales | S |
And forests seem impatient to demand | R |
The promised sweetness Man superior walks | S |
Amid the glad creation musing praise | S |
And looking lively gratitude At last | R |
The clouds consign their treasures to the fields | S |
And softly shaking on the dimpled pool | F3 |
Prelusive drops let al | G3 |
James Thomson
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