The Shepherds Calendar - April Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFHIJIJKLKMNONO PQPQRSRS TUTUVWVW VVVVXAXA YEYEVVVV UVUVVZVZ VKVKXA2XA2 B2C2B2C2VD2VD2 VUVUVE2VE2 WAWAF2VG2V VWVWVVVV G2H2F2H2TVTV VIVIVG2VI2 J2K2L2K2VVVV C2VM2VH2BH2B VM2VC2N2O2N2O2 YP2YQ2VR2VR2 VVVVVVVV G2VI2VYWYW ER2ER2R2S2R2S2 O2AO2AVO2VO2| The infant april joins the spring | A |
| And views its watery skye | B |
| As youngling linnet trys its wing | A |
| And fears at first to flye | B |
| With timid step she ventures on | C |
| And hardly dares to smile | D |
| The blossoms open one by one | E |
| And sunny hours beguile | D |
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| But finer days approacheth yet | F |
| With scenes more sweet to charm | G |
| And suns arrive that rise and set | F |
| Bright strangers to a storm | H |
| And as the birds with louder song | I |
| Each mornings glory cheers | J |
| With bolder step she speeds along | I |
| And looses all her fears | J |
| In wanton gambols like a child | K |
| She tends her early toils | L |
| And seeks the buds along the wild | K |
| That blossom while she smiles | M |
| And laughing on with nought to chide | N |
| She races with the hours | O |
| Or sports by natures lovley side | N |
| And fills her lap with flowers | O |
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| Tho at her birth north cutting gales | P |
| Her beautys oft disguise | Q |
| And hopfull blossoms turning pales | P |
| Upon her bosom dies | Q |
| Yet ere she seeks another place | R |
| And ends her reign in this | S |
| She leaves us with as fair a face | R |
| As ere gave birth to bliss | S |
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| And fairey month of waking mirth | T |
| From whom our joys ensue | U |
| Thou early gladder of the earth | T |
| Thrice welcom here anew | U |
| With thee the bud unfolds to leaves | V |
| The grass greens on the lea | W |
| And flowers their tender boon recieves | V |
| To bloom and smile with thee | W |
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| The shepherds on thy pasture walks | V |
| The first fair cowslip finds | V |
| Whose tufted flowers on slender stalks | V |
| Keep nodding to the winds | V |
| And tho thy thorns withold the may | X |
| Their shades the violets bring | A |
| Which childern stoop for in their play | X |
| As tokens of the spring | A |
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| The time when daiseys bloom divine | Y |
| With thy calm hours begun | E |
| And crowflowers blazing blooms are thine | Y |
| Bright childern of the sun | E |
| Along thy woodlands shaded nooks | V |
| The primrose wanly comes | V |
| And shining in thy pebley brooks | V |
| The horse bleb gaily blooms | V |
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| The long lost charm of sparkling dew | U |
| Thy gentle birth recieves | V |
| And on thy wreathing locks we view | U |
| The first infolding leaves | V |
| And seeking firstling buds and flowers | V |
| The trials of thy skill | Z |
| Were pastimes of my infant hours | V |
| And so they haunt me still | Z |
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| To see thy first broad arum leaves | V |
| I lovd them from a child | K |
| And where thy woodbines sprouting weaves | V |
| I joyd to trace the wild | K |
| And jocund as thy lambs at play | X |
| I met the wanton wind | A2 |
| With feelings that have passd away | X |
| Whose shadows cling behind | A2 |
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| Those joys which childhood claims its own | B2 |
| Woud they were kin to men | C2 |
| Those treasures to the world unknown | B2 |
| When known was witherd then | C2 |
| But hovering round our growing years | V |
| To gild cares sable shroud | D2 |
| Their spirit thro the gloom appears | V |
| As suns behind a cloud | D2 |
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| As thou first met my infant eyes | V |
| When thro thy fields I flew | U |
| Whose distance where they meet the skyes | V |
| Was all the worlds I knew | U |
| That warmth of fancys wildest hours | V |
| Which made things kin to life | E2 |
| That heard a voice in trees and flowers | V |
| Has swoond in reasons strife | E2 |
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| Sweet month thy pleasures bids thee be | W |
| The fairest child of spring | A |
| And every hour that comes with thee | W |
| Comes some new joy to bring | A |
| The trees still deepen in their bloom | F2 |
| Crass greens the meadow lands | V |
| And flowers with every morning come | G2 |
| As dropt by fairey hands | V |
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| The field and gardens lovley hours | V |
| Begin and end with thee | W |
| For whats so sweet as peeping flowers | V |
| And bursting buds to see | W |
| What time the dews unsullied drops | V |
| In burnishd gold distills | V |
| On crocus flowers unclosing tops | V |
| And drooping daffodills | V |
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| Each day with added glorys come | G2 |
| And as they leave the night | H2 |
| Put on the roseys lovley bloom | F2 |
| And blushes with delight | H2 |
| And suns that wait their welcome birth | T |
| With earlier haste pursue | V |
| Their journeys to this lower earth | T |
| To free their steps from dew | V |
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| To see thee come all hearts rejoice | V |
| And warms with feelings strong | I |
| With thee all nature finds a voice | V |
| And hums a waking song | I |
| The lover views thy welcome hours | V |
| And thinks of summer come | G2 |
| And takes the maid thy early flowers | V |
| To tempt her steps from home | I2 |
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| Along each hedge and sprouting bush | J2 |
| The singing birds are blest | K2 |
| And linnet green and speckld thrush | L2 |
| Prepare their mossy nest | K2 |
| On the warm bed thy plain supplys | V |
| The young lambs find repose | V |
| And mid thy green hills basking lies | V |
| Like spots of lingering snows | V |
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| Young things of tender life again | C2 |
| Enjoys thy sunny hours | V |
| And gosslings waddle ocr the plain | M2 |
| As yellow as its flowers | V |
| Or swim the pond in wild delight | H2 |
| To catch the water flye | B |
| Where hissing geese in ceasless spite | H2 |
| Make childern scamper bye | B |
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| Again the fairey tribes pursue | V |
| Their pleasures on the plain | M2 |
| And brightend with the morning dew | V |
| Black circles shine again | C2 |
| And on its superstitious ground | N2 |
| Where flowers seem loath to dwell | O2 |
| The toadstools fuzzy balls abound | N2 |
| And mushrooms yearly swell | O2 |
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| The seasons beautys all are thine | Y |
| That visit with the year | P2 |
| Beautys that poets think divine | Y |
| And all delight to hear | Q2 |
| Thy latter days a pleasure brings | V |
| That gladden every heart | R2 |
| Pleasures that come like lovley things | V |
| But like to shades depart | R2 |
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| Thy opend leaves and ripend buds | V |
| The cuckoo makes his choice | V |
| And shepherds in thy greening woods | V |
| First hears the cheering voice | V |
| And to thy ripend blooming bowers | V |
| The nightingale belongs | V |
| And singing to thy parting hours | V |
| Keeps night awake with songs | V |
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| With thee the swallow dares to come | G2 |
| And primes his sutty wings | V |
| And urgd to seek their yearly home | I2 |
| Thy suns the Martin brings | V |
| And lovley month be leisure mine | Y |
| Thy yearly mate to be | W |
| Tho may day scenes may brighter shine | Y |
| Their birth belongs to thee | W |
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| I waked me with thy rising sun | E |
| And thy first glorys viewd | R2 |
| And as thy welcome hours begun | E |
| Their sunny steps pursued | R2 |
| And now thy sun is on the set | R2 |
| Like to a lovley eve | S2 |
| I view thy parting with regret | R2 |
| And linger loath to leave | S2 |
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| Thou lovley april fare thee well | O2 |
| Thou early child of spring | A |
| Tho born where storms too often dwell | O2 |
| Thy parents news to bring | A |
| Yet what thy parting youth supplys | V |
| No other months excell | O2 |
| Thou first for flowers and sunny skyes | V |
| Sweet april fare thee well | O2 |
John Clare
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