A Caged Mocking-bird Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACCDD BEBEEFF GHGHHII JKJKLMM NONOOFF| I pass a cobbler's shop along the street | A |
| And pause a moment at the door step where | B |
| In nature's medley piping cool and sweet | A |
| The songs that thrill the swamps when spring is near | C |
| Fly o'er the fields at fullness of the year | C |
| And twitter where the autumn hedges run | D |
| Join all the months of music into one | D |
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| I shut my eyes the shy wood thrush is there | B |
| And all the leaves hang still to catch his spell | E |
| Wrens cheep among the bushes from somewhere | B |
| A bluebird's tweedle passes o'er the fell | E |
| From rustling corn bob white his name doth tell | E |
| And when the oriole sets his full heart free | F |
| Barefooted boyhood comes again to me | F |
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| The vision bringer hangs upon a nail | G |
| Before a dusty window looking dim | H |
| On marts where trade goes hot with box and bale | G |
| The sad eyed passers have no time for him | H |
| His captor sits with beaded face and grim | H |
| Plying a listless awl as in a dream | I |
| Of pastures winding by a shady stream | I |
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| Gray bird what spirit bides with thee unseen | J |
| For now when every songster finds his love | K |
| And makes his nest where woods are deep and green | J |
| Free as the winds thy song should mock the dove | K |
| If I were thou my grief in moans should move | L |
| At thinking otherwhere by others' art | M |
| Charmed and forgetful of mine own sweetheart | M |
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| But I who weep when fortune seems unkind | N |
| To prison me within a space of walls | O |
| When far off grottoes hold my loves enshrined | N |
| And every love is cruel when it calls | O |
| Who sulk for hills and fern fledged waterfalls | O |
| I blush to offer sorrow unto thee | F |
| Master of fate scorner of destiny | F |
John Charles Mcneill
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