The Tell-tale Flowers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBB CDCDEE FGFGHI EJEJAK LMNOGG PHPHQQ RSTSUU AVAVWW XYXYWW ZYZYA2P B2RB2RC2C2 WD2WD2EE

And has the Spring's all glorious eyeA
No lesson to the mindB
The birds that cleave the golden skyA
Things to the earth resignedB
Wild flowers that dance to every windB
Do they no memory leave behindB
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Aye flowers The very name of flowersC
That bloom in wood and glenD
Brings Spring to me in Winter's hoursC
And childhood's dreams againD
The primrose on the woodland leaE
Was more than gold and lands to meE
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The violets by the woodland sideF
Are thick as they could thriveG
I've talked to them with childish prideF
As things that were aliveG
I find them now in my distressH
They seem as sweet yet valuelessI
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The cowslips on the meadow leaE
How have I run for themJ
I looked with wild and childish gleeE
Upon each golden gemJ
And when they bowed their heads so shyA
I laughed and thought they danced for joyK
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And when a man in early yearsL
How sweet they used to comeM
And give me tales of smiles and tearsN
And thoughts more dear than homeO
Secrets which words would then reproveG
They told the names of early loveG
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The primrose turned a babbling flowerP
Within its sweet recessH
I blushed to see its secret bowerP
And turned her name to blessH
The violets said the eyes were blueQ
I loved and did they tell me trueQ
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The cowslips blooming everywhereR
My heart's own thoughts could stealS
I nip't them that they should not hearT
They smiled and would revealS
And o'er each meadow right or wrongU
They sing the name I've worshipped longU
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The brook that mirrored clear the skyA
Full well I know the spotV
The mouse ear looked with bright blue eyeA
And said Forget me notV
And from the brook I turned awayW
But heard it many an after dayW
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The king cup on its slender stalkX
Within the pasture dellY
Would picture there a pleasant walkX
With one I loved so wellY
It said How sweet at eventideW
'T would be with true love at thy sideW
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And on the pasture's woody knollZ
I saw the wild bluebellY
On Sundays where I used to strollZ
With her I loved so wellY
She culled the flowers the year beforeA2
These bowed and told the story o'erP
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And every flower that had a nameB2
Would tell me who was fairR
But those without as strangers cameB2
And blossomed silent thereR
I stood to hear but all aloneC2
They bloomed and kept their thoughts unknownC2
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But seasons now have nought to sayW
The flowers no news to bringD2
Alone I live from day to dayW
Flowers deck the bier of SpringD2
And birds upon the bush or treeE
All sing a different tale to meE

John Clare



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