The Summons Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAABCDCCDEFGHFICIIC JKJJKLMLLM

MY ear is full of summer soundsA
Of summer sights my languid eyeB
Beyond the dusty village boundsA
I loiter in my daily roundsA
And in the noon time shadows lieB
I hear the wild bee wind his hornC
The bird swings on the ripened wheatD
The long green lances of the cornC
Are tilting in the winds of mornC
The locust shrills his song of heatD
Another sound my spirit hearsE
A deeper sound that drowns them allF
A voice of pleading choked with tearsG
The call of human hopes and fearsH
The Macedonian cry to PaulF
The storm bell rings the trumpet blowsI
I know the word and countersignC
Wherever Freedom's vanguard goesI
Where stand or fall her friends or foesI
I know the place that should be mineC
Shamed be the hands that idly foldJ
And lips that woo the reed's accordK
When laggard Time the hour has tolledJ
For true with false and new with oldJ
To fight the battles of the LordK
O brothers blest by partial FateL
With power to match the will and deedM
To him your summons comes too lateL
Who sinks beneath his armor's weightL
And has no answer but God speedM

John Greenleaf Whittier



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