The Tell-tale Flowers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBB CDCDEE FGFGHI EJEJAK LMNOGG PHPHQQ RSTSUU AVAVWW XYXYWW ZYZYA2P B2RB2RC2C2 WD2WD2EEAnd has the Spring's all glorious eye | A |
No lesson to the mind | B |
The birds that cleave the golden sky | A |
Things to the earth resigned | B |
Wild flowers that dance to every wind | B |
Do they no memory leave behind | B |
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Aye flowers The very name of flowers | C |
That bloom in wood and glen | D |
Brings Spring to me in Winter's hours | C |
And childhood's dreams again | D |
The primrose on the woodland lea | E |
Was more than gold and lands to me | E |
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The violets by the woodland side | F |
Are thick as they could thrive | G |
I've talked to them with childish pride | F |
As things that were alive | G |
I find them now in my distress | H |
They seem as sweet yet valueless | I |
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The cowslips on the meadow lea | E |
How have I run for them | J |
I looked with wild and childish glee | E |
Upon each golden gem | J |
And when they bowed their heads so shy | A |
I laughed and thought they danced for joy | K |
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And when a man in early years | L |
How sweet they used to come | M |
And give me tales of smiles and tears | N |
And thoughts more dear than home | O |
Secrets which words would then reprove | G |
They told the names of early love | G |
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The primrose turned a babbling flower | P |
Within its sweet recess | H |
I blushed to see its secret bower | P |
And turned her name to bless | H |
The violets said the eyes were blue | Q |
I loved and did they tell me true | Q |
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The cowslips blooming everywhere | R |
My heart's own thoughts could steal | S |
I nip't them that they should not hear | T |
They smiled and would reveal | S |
And o'er each meadow right or wrong | U |
They sing the name I've worshipped long | U |
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The brook that mirrored clear the sky | A |
Full well I know the spot | V |
The mouse ear looked with bright blue eye | A |
And said Forget me not | V |
And from the brook I turned away | W |
But heard it many an after day | W |
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The king cup on its slender stalk | X |
Within the pasture dell | Y |
Would picture there a pleasant walk | X |
With one I loved so well | Y |
It said How sweet at eventide | W |
'T would be with true love at thy side | W |
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And on the pasture's woody knoll | Z |
I saw the wild bluebell | Y |
On Sundays where I used to stroll | Z |
With her I loved so well | Y |
She culled the flowers the year before | A2 |
These bowed and told the story o'er | P |
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And every flower that had a name | B2 |
Would tell me who was fair | R |
But those without as strangers came | B2 |
And blossomed silent there | R |
I stood to hear but all alone | C2 |
They bloomed and kept their thoughts unknown | C2 |
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But seasons now have nought to say | W |
The flowers no news to bring | D2 |
Alone I live from day to day | W |
Flowers deck the bier of Spring | D2 |
And birds upon the bush or tree | E |
All sing a different tale to me | E |
John Clare
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