The Barefoot Boy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEAFGGHHEE IIJJDDIIKKKLLMMNNIIO PQQRREE SSTUVVIIWWIIXXIIVVYY YEE IIIIIIIIIZA2A2EE AAIIYYIIIIIIB2B2IIC2 C2EEBlessings on thee little man | A |
Barefoot boy with cheek of tan | A |
With thy turned up pantaloons | B |
And thy merry whistled tunes | B |
With thy red lip redder still | C |
Kissed by strawberries on the hill | C |
With the sunshine on thy face | D |
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace | D |
From my heart I give thee joy | E |
I was once a barefoot boy | E |
Prince thou art the grown up man | A |
Only is republican | F |
Let the million dollared ride | G |
Barefoot trudging at his side | G |
Thou hast more than he can buy | H |
In the reach of ear and eye | H |
Outward sunshine inward joy | E |
Blessings on thee barefoot boy | E |
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Oh for boyhood's painless play | I |
Sleep that wakes in laughing day | I |
Health that mocks the doctor's rules | J |
Knowledge never learned of schools | J |
Of the wild bee's morning chase | D |
Of the wild flower's time and place | D |
Flight of fowl and habitude | I |
Of the tenants of the wood | I |
How the tortoise bears his shell | K |
How the woodchuck digs his cell | K |
And the ground mole sinks his well | K |
How the robin feeds her young | L |
How the oriole's nest is hung | L |
Where the whitest lilies blow | M |
Where the freshest berries grow | M |
Where the ground nut trails its vine | N |
Where the wood grape's clusters shine | N |
Of the black wasp's cunning way | I |
Mason of his walls of clay | I |
And the architectural plans | O |
Of gray hornet artisans | P |
For eschewing books and tasks | Q |
Nature answers all he asks | Q |
Hand in hand with her he walks | R |
Face to face with her he talks | R |
Part and parcel of her joy | E |
Blessings on the barefoot boy | E |
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Oh for boyhood's time of June | S |
Crowding years in one brief moon | S |
When all things I heard or saw | T |
Me their master waited for | U |
I was rich in flowers and trees | V |
Humming birds and honey bees | V |
For my sport the squirrel played | I |
Plied the snouted mole his spade | I |
For my taste the blackberry cone | W |
Purpled over hedge and stone | W |
Laughed the brook for my delight | I |
Through the day and through the night | I |
Whispering at the garden wall | X |
Talked with me from fall to fall | X |
Mine the sand rimmed pickerel pond | I |
Mine the walnut slopes beyond | I |
Mine on bending orchard trees | V |
Apples of Hesperides | V |
Still as my horizon grew | Y |
Larger grew my riches too | Y |
All the world I saw or knew | Y |
Seemed a complex Chinese toy | E |
Fashioned for a barefoot boy | E |
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Oh for festal dainties spread | I |
Like my bowl of milk and bread | I |
Pewter spoon and bowl of wood | I |
On the door stone gray and rude | I |
O'er me like a regal tent | I |
Cloudy ribbed the sunset bent | I |
Purple curtained fringed with gold | I |
Looped in many a wind swung fold | I |
While for music came the play | I |
Of the pied frogs' orchestra | Z |
And to light the noisy choir | A2 |
Lit the fly his lamp of fire | A2 |
I was monarch pomp and joy | E |
Waited on the barefoot boy | E |
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Cheerily then my little man | A |
Live and laugh as boyhood can | A |
Though the flinty slopes be hard | I |
Stubble speared the new mown sward | I |
Every morn shall lead thee through | Y |
Fresh baptisms of the dew | Y |
Every evening from thy feet | I |
Shall the cool wind kiss the heat | I |
All too soon these feet must hide | I |
In the prison cells of pride | I |
Lose the freedom of the sod | I |
Like a colt's for work be shod | I |
Made to tread the mills of toil | B2 |
Up and down in ceaseless moil | B2 |
Happy if their track be found | I |
Never on forbidden ground | I |
Happy if they sink not in | C2 |
Quick and treacherous sands of sin | C2 |
Ah that thou couldst know thy joy | E |
Ere it passes barefoot boy | E |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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