In Sunflower Time Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC DD EE FF GG HH EI JJ EI KK LL MM CC NN OO PP QQ RS TT MM UU VV WW X YY V Z A2A2 B2B2 EI FC2 D2D2 E2F2 C2C2 G2G2 GG UU FF XH2 MM XH2 CC I2I2 DD C2C2 MM J2J2 K2K2 L2L2 K2K2 PP CC M2M2 K2K2 UU GG| In the farmhouse kitchen were Nan and John | A |
| With only the sunflowers looking on | A |
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| A farmhouse kitchen is scarce the place | B |
| For knight or lady of courtly grace | B |
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| But this is just an everyday pair | C |
| That hold the kitchen this morning fair | C |
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| A saucy persistent thorn tree limb | D |
| Had sacrificed a part of the brim | D |
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| Of the youth's straw hat His face was brown | E |
| And his well shaped forehead wore a frown | E |
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| His boots were splashed with mud and clay | F |
| From marshland pasture over the way | F |
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| Where alderbushes and spicewood grew | G |
| And frogs croaked noisily all night through | G |
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| 'Neath muslin curtains snowy and thin | H |
| The homely sunflowers nodded in | H |
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| Nan was a picture Her muslin gown | E |
| Had maybe a bit old fashioned grown | I |
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| But fitted the slender shape so well | J |
| In its low cut neck the soft lace fell | J |
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| Sleeves it had none from the elbows down | E |
| In length well you see the maid had grown | I |
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| A labor of love her homely task | K |
| To share it none need hope nor ask | K |
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| For Nan was washing each trace of dirt | L |
| From fluted bodice and ruffled skirt | L |
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| Now few that will and fewer that can | M |
| Bend over a tub like pretty Nan | M |
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| The frail soap bubbles sailed high in air | C |
| As she drew each piece from frothy lair | C |
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| And rubbed with cruel yet tender hand | N |
| As only a woman could understand | N |
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| Then wrung with twist of the wrist so strong | O |
| Examined with care shook well and long | O |
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| Flung in clear water to lie in state | P |
| Each dainty piece met the same hard fate | P |
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| 'Tis done with a look of conscious pride | Q |
| At the rinsing bucket deep and wide | Q |
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| Wiping the suds from each rounded arm | R |
| She turned to John with a smile so warm | S |
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| I've kept you waiting excuse me please | T |
| The soapsuds ruin such goods as these | T |
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| You're over fond of finery Nan | M |
| Dresses and furbelows he began | M |
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| Maybe I am of a truth she said | U |
| Each sunflower nodded its yellow head | U |
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| Ned Brown's growing rich John's words came slow | V |
| That he loves you well you doubtless know | V |
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| My house and acres I held them fast | W |
| Was stubborn over them to the last | W |
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| For when my father was carried forth | X |
| And men were asking 'What was he worth ' | - |
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| I saw them look and nod and smile | Y |
| As they whispered together all the while | Y |
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| 'A fine old homestead but mortgaged so | V |
| A foolish thing for a man to do ' | - |
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| I said 'My father's dead and gone | Z |
| But he's left behind a strong armed son ' | - |
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| My heart was hot with a purpose set | A2 |
| To clear that mortgage to pay that debt | A2 |
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| I've worked heaven knows like any slave | B2 |
| I've learned the lesson of scrimp and save | B2 |
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| Kept a good horse but dressed like a clown | E |
| And I've not a dollar to call my own | I |
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| I'm beaten well beaten yesterday | F |
| Everything went to Ned Brown from me | C2 |
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| My woods my meadows my tasseled corn | D2 |
| The orchard planted when I was born | D2 |
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| The old rose garden my mother loved | E2 |
| My chestnut mare can't help feeling moved | F2 |
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| For I'm a beggar Nan you see | C2 |
| Don't think me begging for sympathy | C2 |
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| The world is wide I don't care much | G2 |
| Thank God health's a thing the law can't touch | G2 |
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| The happiest man I ever knew | G |
| Was born a beggar and died one too | G |
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| Each sunflower nodding its yellow head | U |
| Listened to every word that was said | U |
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| As Nan in her slow and easy way | F |
| In the farmhouse kitchen that summer day | F |
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| Set a great and weighty problem forth | X |
| One that no scholar on this green earth | H2 |
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| Has been able to solve since things began | M |
| With Adam a lone and lonesome man | M |
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| Yet very coolly she set it forth | X |
| Tell me the truth how much am I worth | H2 |
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| The sunbeams kissing her golden hair | C |
| Her cheeks her round arms dimpled and bare | C |
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| Seemed stamping value of mighty wealth | I2 |
| On youth and love and the bloom of health | I2 |
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| John looked and looked till his eyes grew dim | D |
| Then tilted the hat with worthless brim | D |
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| To hide what he would not have her see | C2 |
| You are worth the whole world Nan said he | C2 |
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| Then you're no beggar said sweet bold Nan | M |
| You're the whole world richer than any man | M |
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| A girl queen wearing a crown of gold | J2 |
| Set a precedent the tale is told | J2 |
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| But no royal prince this world has seen | K2 |
| Ever felt so proud as John I ween | K2 |
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| As he clasped her hands in new born hope | L2 |
| And never noticed they smelt of soap | L2 |
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| Only the sunflowers looking on | K2 |
| So he kissed the maid oh foolish John | K2 |
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| As he went out through the garden gate | P |
| Ned Brown was coming to learn his fate | P |
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| He was riding John's own chestnut mare | C |
| But somehow John didn't seem to care | C |
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| The two men met at top of the hill | M2 |
| And eyed each other as rivals will | M2 |
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| Ned thought of the home he'd won from John | K2 |
| Poor beggar he said as he rode on | K2 |
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| John thought of all he had won from Ned | U |
| You poor poor beggar was what he said | U |
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| Why Under the heavens clear and blue | G |
| Only our John and the sunflowers knew | G |
Jean Blewett
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