Merrill's Garden Poem Rhyme Scheme

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There is a garden where the seeded stems of thin long grass are bowed	A
Beneath July's slow rains and heat and tired children's trailing feet	B
And the trees' neglected branches droop and make a cloud beneath the cloud	A
And in that dark the crimson dew of raspberries shines more sweet than	C
sweet	B
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The flower of the tall acacia's gone the acacia's flower is white no more	D
The aspen lifts his pithless arms the aspen leaves are close and still	E
The wind that tossed the clouds along gray clouds and white like feathers	F
bore	D
Lets even a feather faintly fall and smoke spread hugely where it will	E
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But though the acacia's flower is gone and raspberries bear bright fruit	G
untasted	G
Beauty lives there oh rich and rare past the sum of eager June	H
The lime tree's pyramid of flower and leaf and yellow flower unwasted	G
Rises at eve and bars the breast wild heaving of the timid moon	H
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Now the tall pear trees unrebuked lift their green fingers to the sky	I
Their lower boughs are crossed like arms of templars in long stony sleep	J
Their arms are crossed as though the wind returning from wild war on high	I
Had touched them with an angry breath or whispered from his cavern deep	J
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A foxglove lifts her bells and bells silent above the singing grass	K
Still the old marigold her light sprinkles like riches to the poor	L
Snapdragon still his changeling blossom shakes with the burden of the bees	M
And the strong bindweed creeps and winds and springs on high a conqueror	N
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Would now her eyes grieve to behold snapdragon foxglove marigold	G
Daily diminish in their sweet and bindweed wreathing over all	O
Weed and grass and weed and grass friendless melancholy cold	G
Wreathing the earth like wreathing snow from bare wall to low greening	P
wall	O
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Old were her eyes that lingered on old trees and grass and flowers trim	Q
She smelt the ripe pears when they drooped and fell and broke upon the	R
path	S
Old were her thoughts of things of old her present thoughts were few and	G
dim	Q
Her eyes saw not the things she saw she listened to no living breath	T
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Her youth and prime and autumn time bloomed in her thought all light and	G
sweet	G
No wallflower more of sweet could hold of sunny light no marigold	G
Fruit on her mind's boughs ripened full in summer's and calm autumn's	U
heat	G
Then fell for there came none to pick but winter came and she was old	G
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Now if her sons come they will find not her her empty garden only	V
The wallflower done and snapdragon still swinging with the greedy bees	M
Marigold glittering in the grass scant foxglove ringing faintly lonely	V
Close red fruit beading the long boughs and bindweed wreathing where it	G
please	M
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A tawny lean cat Marmalade slinks like a panther through the tall	O
Thin bending grass and watches long a scholar thrush rehearsing song	W
Or children running in the sun hunt and hunt a well lost ball	O
But most the garden sleeps away the day but still when eves are long	W
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When eves are long and no moon rises and nervous still is all the air	X
That small stiff figure moves again silent amid the hushing grass	K
In the firm carven lime tree's shade she moves and meets her old thoughts	Y
there	X
Then in the deepening dark is lost or her light steps unnoted pass	K
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Only that careless garden keeps secure her memory though it sleeps	Z
And the bright flowers and tyrant weed and tall grass shaking its loud seed	G
Less lovely were if wanting her who like a living thought still creeps	Z
And sees what once she saw and music hears of her living sons and dead	G

John Freeman

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