My Garden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABC DEDEE FGFGG GGGGG DHDHH DIDII GJGJJ KLKLL EMEMM DNDNN GOGOO IPIPP QRQRR JSJSS JEEEE GEGEE DTDTT FUFUU GEGEE GVGVV FEFEESweet garden wreathed in fruits and flowers | A |
And domed by blue Tyrolean skies | B |
Within thy rose encircled bowers | A |
Secluded from all curious eyes | B |
I find a peaceful paradise | C |
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Without the world's fierce strife and yearning | D |
In floods of passion ebb and flow | E |
Within as in a shrine is burning | D |
Reflecting fires of long ago | E |
A stormy life's calm afterglow | E |
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How sumptuous is the golden splendor | F |
Thy yellow roses give my walls | G |
Like yonder glow so sweet and tender | F |
That o'er the snow at sunset falls | G |
And by its spell the soul enthralls | G |
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How swiftly pass the happy hours | G |
Beside thy palms beneath thy pines | G |
As through the fountain's crystal showers | G |
I watch the sunlight gild thy vines | G |
Against the snow peaks' silvered lines | G |
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I lean upon my loggia's railing | D |
And view the vineyard's saffron sheen | H |
Its amber leaves in glory veiling | D |
The purpling grapes that hang between | H |
Its long arcades of gold and green | H |
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And at the sight my heart is beating | D |
With rapture hitherto unknown | I |
As with delight I keep repeating | D |
In love's triumphant undertone | I |
All this is mine my very own | I |
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Then with a chill like that which steals | G |
Across the vale at set of sun | J |
A solemn thought the truth reveals | G |
How transient is the prize thus won | J |
How short a time my lease can run | J |
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Before I thought this garden fair | K |
And from its beauty rapture drew | L |
How many others breathed its air | K |
And glorying in its matchless view | L |
Had plucked its roses wet with dew | L |
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Where now my vines and violets grow | E |
And fill the breeze with odors sweet | M |
Two thousand years and more ago | E |
Some Roman had his loved retreat | M |
And watched the sun and snow peak meet | M |
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Rome fell but Maia still remaining | D |
Both Goth and Frank the slope desired | N |
Through two millenniums still retaining | D |
The longing for what all admired | N |
The love which ownership inspired | N |
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I sometimes fancy that I see | G |
Those masters of an earlier age | O |
A ghostly line preceding me | G |
Across this corner of life's stage | O |
The Pagan Christian bard and sage | O |
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Each one in turn called thee his own | I |
And deemed thee his submissive slave | P |
But when a few short years had flown | I |
Of all thy wealth what could he save | P |
At most thou gavest him a grave | P |
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Ephemeral creatures of a day | Q |
We move like insects on thy soil | R |
And wear our little lives away | Q |
In fleeting pleasures or in toil | R |
But naught our destiny can foil | R |
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A few more Springs thy buds shall quicken | J |
A few more Summers bring thy bloom | S |
A few more Autumn suns shall thicken | J |
The clusters ripening in thy gloom | S |
When I for strangers must make room | S |
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When other eyes shall see the vision | J |
Of Rotheck's pyramid of snow | E |
And watch the roseate hues elysian | E |
Creep over it at evening's glow | E |
As o'er its crest the sun sinks low | E |
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Another then will pluck the flowers | G |
Whose seeds my loving hand hath sown | E |
Another through the mid day hours | G |
Will hear the honey bee's dull drone | E |
Where other roses shall have blown | E |
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These mountains then will still be lifting | D |
Their ice crowned summits to the sky | T |
The fleecy clouds will still be drifting | D |
Above their peaks and pastures high | T |
But they will heed not where I lie | T |
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Even thou wilt never miss thy master | F |
Thy vines and flowers will bloom the same | U |
The season's round will move no faster | F |
No bud will quench its torch of flame | U |
And naught will change here but a name | U |
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Yet all who shall with joy succeed me | G |
In their turn must thy charms resign | E |
When as to all who now precede me | G |
Death shall have made the fatal sign | E |
To join the ever lengthening line | E |
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We owners then are but thy tenants | G |
Despite our purchase and our pride | V |
To thee what is our transient presence | G |
Thou carest not if we abide | V |
Among thy roses or have died | V |
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Hence let me drain in fullest measure | F |
Thy cup of pure Tyrolean wine | E |
To day at least I hold thy treasure | F |
To day with truth I call thee mine | E |
To morrow's sun may never shine | E |
John L. Stoddard
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