The Barberry-bush Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGG

The bush that has most briers and bitter fruitA
Waits till the frost has turned its green leaves redB
Its sweetened berries will thy palate suitA
And thou mayst find e'en there a homely breadB
Upon the hills of Salem scattered wideC
Their yellow blossoms gain the eye in SpringD
And straggling e'en upon the turnpike's sideC
Their ripened branches to your hand they bringD
I've plucked them oft in boyhood's early hourE
That then I gave such name and thought it trueF
But now I know that other fruit as sourE
Grows on what now thou callst Me and YouF
Yet wilt thou wait the autumn that I seeG
Will sweeter taste than these red berries beG

Jones Very



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