Birchbrook Mill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB CDED FGHG IJKL MNOP QRSR TUVU WIXI TCFY ZGA2G B2KCK YC2D2C2 IOE2O F2C2G2C2 EH2I2H2 J2GK2G

A NOTELESS stream the Birchbrook runsA
Beneath its leaning treesB
That low soft ripple is its ownC
That dull roar is the sea'sB
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Of human signs it sees aloneC
The distant church spire's tipD
And ghost like on a blank of grayE
The white sail of a shipD
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No more a toiler at the wheelF
It wanders at its willG
Nor dam nor pond is left to tellH
Where once was Birchbrook millG
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The timbers of that mill have fedI
Long since a farmer's firesJ
His doorsteps are the stones that groundK
The harvest of his siresL
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Man trespassed here but Nature lostM
No right of her domainN
She waited and she brought the oldO
Wild beauty back againP
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By day the sunlight through the leavesQ
Falls on its moist green sodR
And wakes the violet bloom of springS
And autumn's golden rodR
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Its birches whisper to the windT
The swallow dips her wingsU
In the cool spray and on its banksV
The gray song sparrow singsU
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But from it when the dark night fallsW
The school girl shrinks with dreadI
The farmer home bound from his fieldsX
Goes by with quickened treadI
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They dare not pause to hear the grindT
Of shadowy stone on stoneC
The plashing of a water wheelF
Where wheel there now is noneY
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Has not a cry of pain been heardZ
Above the clattering millG
The pawing of an unseen horseA2
Who waits his mistress stillG
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Yet never to the listener's eyeB2
Has sight confirmed the soundK
A wavering birch line marks aloneC
The vacant pasture groundK
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No ghostly arms fling up to heavenY
The agony of prayerC2
No spectral steed impatient shakesD2
His white mane on the airC2
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The meaning of that common dreadI
No tongue has fitly toldO
The secret of the dark surmiseE2
The brook and birches holdO
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What nameless horror of the pastF2
Broods here forevermoreC2
What ghost his unforgiven sinG2
Is grinding o'er and o'erC2
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Does then immortal memory playE
The actor's tragic partH2
Rehearsals of a mortal lifeI2
And unveiled human heartH2
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God's pity spare a guilty soulJ2
That drama of its illG
And let the scenic curtain fallK2
On Birchbrook's haunted millG

John Greenleaf Whittier



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