Proem (aka "afterwhiles") Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEAA FFAAGGHIGGJJ AAKKGGLLAAJJ MMNNGGAAOOJJ AABPOOAAAAAAWhere are they the Afterwhiles | A |
Luring us the lengthening miles | A |
Of our lives Where is the dawn | B |
With the dew across the lawn | B |
Stroked with eager feet the far | C |
Way the hills and valleys are | C |
Were the sun that smites the frown | D |
Of the eastward gazer down | D |
Where the rifted wreaths of mist | E |
O'er us tinged with amethyst | E |
Round the mountain's steep defiles | A |
Where are the afterwhiles | A |
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Afterwhile and we will go | F |
Thither yon and too and fro | F |
From the stifling city streets | A |
To the country's cool retreats | A |
From the riot to the rest | G |
Were hearts beat the placidest | G |
Afterwhile and we will fall | H |
Under breezy trees and loll | I |
In the shade with thirsty sight | G |
Drinking deep the blue delight | G |
Of the skies that will beguile | J |
Us as children afterwhile | J |
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Afterwhile and one intends | A |
To be gentler to his friends | A |
To walk with them in the hush | K |
Of still evenings o'er the plush | K |
Of home leading fields and stand | G |
Long at parting hand in hand | G |
One in time will joy to take | L |
New resolves for some one's sake | L |
And wear then the look that lies | A |
Clear and pure in other eyes | A |
We will soothe and reconcile | J |
His own conscience afterwhile | J |
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Afterwhile we have in view | M |
A far scene to journey to | M |
Where the old home is and where | N |
The old mother waits us there | N |
Peering as the time grows late | G |
Down the old path to the gate | G |
How we'll click the latch that locks | A |
In the pinks and hollyhocks | A |
And leap up the path once more | O |
Where she waits us at the door | O |
How we'll greet the dear old smile | J |
And the warm tears afterwhile | J |
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Ah the endless afterwhiles | A |
Leagues on leagues and miles on miles | A |
In distance far withdrawn | B |
Stretching on and on and on | P |
Till the fancy is footsore | O |
And faints in the dust before | O |
The last milestone's granite face | A |
Hacked with Here Beginneth Space | A |
O far glimmering worlds and wings | A |
Mystic smiles and beckonings | A |
Lead us through the shadowy aisles | A |
Out into the afterwhiles | A |
James Whitcomb Riley
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