To Autumn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCBDBDBBB ADEDEFGBFGGB AHIHIJKBJLKB| I | A |
| Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness | B |
| Close bosom friend of the maturing sun | C |
| Conspiring with him how to load and bless | B |
| With fruit the vines that round the thatch eves run | C |
| To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees | B |
| And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core | D |
| To swell the gourd and plump the hazel shells | B |
| With a sweet kernel to set budding more | D |
| And still more later flowers for the bees | B |
| Until they think warm days will never cease | B |
| For Summer has o'er brimm'd their clammy cells | B |
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| II | A |
| Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store | D |
| Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find | E |
| Thee sitting careless on a granary floor | D |
| Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind | E |
| Or on a half reap'd furrow sound asleep | F |
| Drows'd with the fume of poppies while thy hook | G |
| Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers | B |
| And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep | F |
| Steady thy laden head across a brook | G |
| Or by a cyder press with patient look | G |
| Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours | B |
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| III | A |
| Where are the songs of Spring Ay where are they | H |
| Think not of them thou hast thy music too | I |
| While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day | H |
| And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue | I |
| Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn | J |
| Among the river sallows borne aloft | K |
| Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies | B |
| And full grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn | J |
| Hedge crickets sing and now with treble soft | L |
| The red breast whistles from a garden croft | K |
| And gathering swallows twitter in the skies | B |
John Keats
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