Burns Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DCDC EFEF GHGH ICIC JHJH KHKH JLJL MHMH NOPO DHDH QRQR SCSC THTH UOUO VHVH WXWR YCYC ZHZH A2OB2O C2HC2H D2HD2H E2YE2Y F2OF2O ZRRR G2CG2C H2CH2C HYHY G2OG2O

ON RECEIVING A SPRIG OF HEATHER IN BLOSSOMA
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No more these simple flowers belongB
To Scottish maid and loverC
Sown in the common soil of songB
They bloom the wide world overC
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In smiles and tears in sun and showersD
The minstrel and the heatherC
The deathless singer and the flowersD
He sang of live togetherC
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Wild heather bells and Robert BurnsE
The moorland flower and peasantF
How at their mention memory turnsE
Her pages old and pleasantF
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The gray sky wears again its goldG
And purple of adorningH
And manhood's noonday shadows holdG
The dews of boyhood's morningH
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The dews that washed the dust and soilI
From off the wings of pleasureC
The sky that flecked the ground of toilI
With golden threads of leisureC
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I call to mind the summer dayJ
The early harvest mowingH
The sky with sun and clouds at playJ
And flowers with breezes blowingH
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I hear the blackbird in the cornK
The locust in the hayingH
And like the fabled hunter's hornK
Old tunes my heart is playingH
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How oft that day with fond delayJ
I sought the maple's shadowL
And sang with Burns the hours awayJ
Forgetful of the meadowL
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Bees hummed birds twittered overheadM
I heard the squirrels leapingH
The good dog listened while I readM
And wagged his tail in keepingH
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I watched him while in sportive moodN
I read ' The Twa Dogs ' storyO
And half believed he understoodP
The poet's allegoryO
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Sweet day sweet songs The golden hoursD
Grew brighter for that singingH
From brook and bird and meadow flowersD
A dearer welcome bringingH
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New light on home seen Nature beamedQ
New glory over WomanR
And daily life and duty seemedQ
No longer poor and commonR
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I woke to find the simple truthS
Of fact and feeling betterC
Than all the dreams that held my youthS
A still repining debtorC
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That Nature gives her handmaid ArtT
The themes of sweet discoursingH
The tender idyls of the heartT
In every tongue rehearsingH
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Why dream of lands of gold and pearlU
Of loving knight and ladyO
When farmer boy and barefoot girlU
Were wandering there alreadyO
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I saw through all familiar thingsV
The romance underlyingH
The joys and griefs that plume the wingsV
Of Fancy skyward flyingH
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I saw the same blithe day returnW
The same sweet fall of evenX
That rose on wooded Craigie burnW
And sank on crystal DevonR
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I matched with Scotland's heathery hillsY
The sweetbrier and the cloverC
With Ayr and Doon my native rillsY
Their wood hymns chanting overC
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O'er rank and pomp as he had seenZ
I saw the Man uprisingH
No longer common or uncleanZ
The child of God's baptizingH
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With clearer eyes I saw the worthA2
Of life among the lowlyO
The Bible at his Cotter's hearthB2
Had made my own more holyO
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And if at times an evil strainC2
To lawless love appealingH
Broke in upon the sweet refrainC2
Of pure and healthful feelingH
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It died upon the eye and earD2
No inward answer gainingH
No heart had I to see or hearD2
The discord and the stainingH
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Let those who never erred forgetE2
His worth in vain bewailingsY
Sweet Soul of Song I own my debtE2
Uncancelled by his failingsY
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Lament who will the ribald lineF2
Which tells his lapse from dutyO
How kissed the maddening lips of wineF2
Or wanton ones of beautyO
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But think while falls that shade betweenZ
The erring one and HeavenR
That he who loved like MagdalenR
Like her may be forgivenR
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Not his the song whose thunderous chimeG2
Eternal echoes renderC
The mournful Tuscan's haunted rhymeG2
And Milton's starry splendorC
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But who his human heart has laidH2
To Nature's bosom nearerC
Who sweetened toil like him or paidH2
To love a tribute dearerC
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Through all his tuneful art how strongH
The human feeling gushesY
The very moonlight of his songH
Is warm with smiles and blushesY
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Give lettered pomp to teeth of TimeG2
So 'Bonnie Doon' but tarryO
Blot out the Epic's stately rhymeG2
But spare his Highland MaryO

John Greenleaf Whittier



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