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The Shepherds Calendar - April Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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