Pictures Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCCDBEFGGHDHHDII AJKKAALKLMMGNGOKKKOK OKPKPPQQI | A |
Light warmth and sprouting greenness and o'er all | B |
Blue stainless steel bright ether raining down | C |
Tranquillity upon the deep hushed town | C |
The freshening meadows and the hillsides brown | C |
Voice of the west wind from the hills of pine | D |
And the brimmed river from its distant fall | B |
Low hum of bees and joyous interlude | E |
Of bird songs in the streamlet skirting wood | F |
Heralds and prophecies of sound and sight | G |
Blessed forerunners of the warmth and light | G |
Attendant angels to the house of prayer | H |
With reverent footsteps keeping pace with mine | D |
Once more through God's great love with you I share | H |
A morn of resurrection sweet and fair | H |
As that which saw of old in Palestine | D |
Immortal Love uprising in fresh bloom | I |
From the dark night and winter of the tomb | I |
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II | A |
White with its sun bleached dust the pathway winds | J |
Before me dust is on the shrunken grass | K |
And on the trees beneath whose boughs I pass | K |
Frail screen against the Hunter of the sky | A |
Who glaring on me with his lidless eye | A |
While mounting with his dog star high and higher | L |
Ambushed in light intolerable unbinds | K |
The burnished quiver of his shafts of fire | L |
Between me and the hot fields of his South | M |
A tremulous glow as from a furnace mouth | M |
Glimmers and swims before my dazzled sight | G |
As if the burning arrows of his ire | N |
Broke as they fell and shattered into light | G |
Yet on my cheek I feel the western wind | O |
And hear it telling to the orchard trees | K |
And to the faint and flower forsaken bees | K |
Tales of fair meadows green with constant streams | K |
And mountains rising blue and cool behind | O |
Where in moist dells the purple orchis gleams | K |
And starred with white the virgin's bower is twined | O |
So the o'erwearied pilgrim as he fares | K |
Along life's summer waste at times is fanned | P |
Even at noontide by the cool sweet airs | K |
Of a serener and a holier land | P |
Fresh as the morn and as the dewfall bland | P |
Breath of the blessed Heaven for which we pray | Q |
Blow from the eternal hills make glad our earthly way | Q |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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