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The Last Walk In Autumn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
O'er the bare woods whose outstretched hands	B
Plead with the leaden heavens in vain	C
I see beyond the valley lands	B
The sea's long level dim with rain	C
Around me all things stark and dumb	D
Seem praying for the snows to come	D
And for the summer bloom and greenness gone	E
With winter's sunset lights and dazzling morn atone	F
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II	A
Along the river's summer walk	G
The withered tufts of asters nod	H
And trembles on its arid stalk	G
The boar plume of the golden rod	H
And on a ground of sombre fir	I
And azure studded juniper	I
The silver birch its buds of purple shows	J
And scarlet berries tell where bloomed the sweet wild rose	J
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III	A
With mingled sound of horns and bells	K
A far heard clang the wild geese fly	A
Storm sent from Arctic moors and fells	K
Like a great arrow through the sky	A
Two dusky lines converged in one	L
Chasing the southward flying sun	L
While the brave snow bird and the hardy jay	M
Call to them from the pines as if to bid them stay	M
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IV	N
I passed this way a year ago	O
The wind blew south the noon of day	M
Was warm as June's and save that snow	O
Flecked the low mountains far away	M
And that the vernal seeming breeze	P
Mocked faded grass and leafless trees	P
I might have dreamed of summer as I lay	M
Watching the fallen leaves with the soft wind at play	M
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V	N
Since then the winter blasts have piled	Q
The white pagodas of the snow	O
On these rough slopes and strong and wild	Q
Yon river in its overflow	O
Of spring time rain and sun set free	N
Crashed with its ices to the sea	N
And over these gray fields then green and gold	R
The summer corn has waved the thunder's organ rolled	R
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VI	N
Rich gift of God A year of time	S
What pomp of rise and shut of day	M
What hues wherewith our Northern clime	S
Makes autumn's dropping woodlands gay	M
What airs outblown from ferny dells	N
And clover bloom and sweetbrier smells	N
What songs of brooks and birds what fruits and flowers	N
Green woods and moonlit snows have in its round been ours	N
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VII	N
I know not how in other lands	N
The changing seasons come and go	O
What splendors fall on Syrian sands	N
What purple lights on Alpine snow	O
Nor how the pomp of sunrise waits	N
On Venice at her watery gates	N
A dream alone to me is Arno's vale	T
And the Alhambra's halls are but a traveller's tale	T
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VIII	N
Yet on life's current he who drifts	N
Is one with him who rows or sails	N
And he who wanders widest lifts	N
No more of beauty's jealous veils	N
Than he who from his doorway sees	N
The miracle of flowers and trees	N
Feels the warm Orient in the noonday air	U
And from cloud minarets hears the sunset call to prayer	U
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IX	N
The eye may well be glad that looks	N
Where Pharpar's fountains rise and fall	V
But he who sees his native brooks	N
Laugh in the sun has seen them all	V
The marble palaces of Ind	M
Rise round him in the snow and wind	M
From his lone sweetbrier Persian Hafiz smiles	N
And Rome's cathedral awe is in his woodland aisles	N
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X	N
And thus it is my fancy blends	N
The near at hand and far and rare	U
And while the same horizon bends	N
Above the silver sprinkled hair	U
Which flashed the light of morning skies	N
On childhood's wonder lifted eyes	N
Within its round of sea and sky and field	M
Earth wheels with all her zones the Kosmos stands revealed	M
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XI	N
And thus the sick man on his bed	M
The toiler to his task work bound	M
Behold their prison walls outspread	M
Their clipped horizon widen round	M
While freedom giving fancy waits	N
Like Peter's angel at the gates	N
The power is theirs to baffle care and pain	C
To bring the lost world back and make it theirs again	W
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XII	N
What lack of goodly company	N
When masters of the ancient lyre	X
Obey my call and trace for me	N
Their words of mingled tears and fire	I
I talk with Bacon grave and wise	N
I read the world with Pascal's eyes	N
And priest and sage with solemn brows austere	Y
And poets garland bound the Lords of Thought draw near	Y
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XIII	N
Methinks O friend I hear thee say	N
'In vain the human heart we mock	Z
Bring living guests who love the day	N
Not ghosts who fly at crow of cock	Z
The herbs we share with flesh and blood	M
Are better than ambrosial food	M
With laurelled shades ' I grant it nothing loath	A2
But doubly blest is he who can partake of both	A2
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XIV	N
He who might Plato's banquet grace	N
Have I not seen before me sit	M
And watched his puritanic face	N
With more than Eastern wisdom lit	M
Shrewd mystic who upon the back	B2
Of his Poor Richard's Almanac	B2
Writing the Sufi's song the Gentoo's dream	S
Links Manu's age of thought to Fulton's age of steam	S
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XV	N
Here too of answering love secure	C2
Have I not welcomed to my hearth	D2
The gentle pilgrim troubadour	E2
Whose songs have girdled half the earth	F2
Whose pages like the magic mat	M
Whereon the Eastern lover sat	M
Have borne me over Rhine land's purple vines	N
And Nubia's tawny sands and Phrygia's mountain pines	N
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XVI	N
And he who to the lettered wealth	G2
Of ages adds the lore unpriced	M
The wisdom and the moral health	G2
The ethics of the school of Christ	M
The statesman to his holy trust	M
As the Athenian archon just	M
Struck down exiled like him for truth alone	F
Has he not graced my home with beauty all his own	F
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XVII	N
What greetings smile what farewells wave	N
What loved ones enter and depart	M
The good the beautiful the brave	N
The Heaven lent treasures of the heart	M
How conscious seems the frozen sod	M
And beechen slope whereon they trod	M
The oak leaves rustle and the dry grass bends	N
Beneath the shadowy feet of lost or absent friends	N
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XVIII	N
Then ask not why to these bleak hills	N
I cling as clings the tufted moss	N
To bear the winter's lingering chills	N
The mocking spring's perpetual loss	N
I dream of lands where summer smiles	N
And soft winds blow from spicy isles	N
But scarce would Ceylon's breath of flowers be sweet	M
Could I not feel thy soil New England at my feet	M
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XIX	N
At times I long for gentler skies	N
And bathe in dreams of softer air	U
But homesick tears would fill the eyes	N
That saw the Cross without the Bear	U
The pine must whisper to the palm	S
The north wind break the tropic calm	S
And with the dreamy languor of the Line	H2
The North's keen virtue blend and strength to beauty join	I2
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XX	N
Better to stem with heart and hand	M
The roaring tide of life than lie	N
Unmindful on its flowery strand	M
Of God's occasions drifting by	N
Better with naked nerve to bear	U
The needles of this goading air	U
Than in the lap of sensual ease forego	O
The godlike power to do the godlike aim to know	O
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XXI	N
Home of my heart to me more fair	U
Than gay Versailles or Windsor's halls	N
The painted shingly town house where	U
The freeman's vote for Freedom falls	N
The simple roof where prayer is made	M
Than Gothic groin and colonnade	M
The living temple of the heart of man	J2
Than Rome's sky mocking vault or many spired Milan	K2
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XXII	N
More dear thy equal village schools	N
Where rich and poor the Bible read	M
Than classic halls where Priestcraft rules	N
And Learning wears the chains of Creed	M
Thy glad Thanksgiving gathering in	L2
The scattered sheaves of home and kin	L2
Than the mad license ushering Lenten pains	N
Or holidays of slaves who laugh and dance in chains	N
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XXIII	N
And sweet homes nestle in these dales	N
And perch along these wooded swells	N
And blest beyond Arcadian vales	N
They hear the sound of Sabbath bells	N
Here dwells no perfect man sublime	S
Nor woman winged before her time	S
But with the faults and follies of the race	N
Old home bred virtues hold their not unhonored place	N
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XXIV	N
Here manhood struggles for the sake	M2
Of mother sister daughter wife	N
The graces and the loves which make	M2
The music of the march of life	N
And woman in her daily round	M
Of duty walks on holy ground	M
No unpaid menial tills the soil nor here	N2
Is the bad lesson learned at human rights to sneer	Y
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XXV	N
Then let the icy north wind blow	O
The trumpets of the coming storm	S
To arrowy sleet and blinding snow	O
Yon slanting lines of rain transform	S
Young hearts shall hail the drifted cold	M
As gayly as I did of old	M
And I who watch them through the frosty pane	C
Unenvious live in them my boyhood o'er again	W
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XXVI	N
And I will trust that He who heeds	N
The life that hides in mead and	M