The Pressed Gentian Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DDEF GGHHIIJJ KKEELLMM GGHHNNMM

The time of gifts has come againA
And on my northern window paneB
Outlined against the day's brief lightC
A Christmas token hangs in sightC
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The wayside travellers as they passD
Mark the gray disk of clouded glassD
And the dull blankness seems perchanceE
Folly to their wise ignoranceF
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They cannot from their outlook seeG
The perfect grace it hath for meG
For there the flower whose fringes throughH
The frosty breath of autumn blewH
Turns from without its face of bloomI
To the warm tropic of my roomI
As fair as when beside its brookJ
The hue of bending skies it tookJ
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So from the trodden ways of earthK
Seem some sweet souls who veil their worthK
And offer to the careless glanceE
The clouding gray of circumstanceE
They blossom best where hearth fires burnL
To loving eyes alone they turnL
The flowers of inward grace that hideM
Their beauty from the world outsideM
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But deeper meanings come to meG
My half immortal flower from theeG
Man judges from a partial viewH
None ever yet his brother knewH
The Eternal Eye that sees the wholeN
May better read the darkened soulN
And find to outward sense deniedM
The flower upon its inmost sideM

John Greenleaf Whittier



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