Bronx Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABAA CDCDEE EFEFAA AAAACC DEGEHE IJIJEE AKLKAA MAMAAA

I sat me down upon a green bank sideA
Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle riverB
Whose waters seemed unwillingly to glideA
Like parting friends who linger while they severB
Enforced to go yet seeming still unreadyA
Backward they wind their way in many a wistful eddyA
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Gray o'er my head the yellow vested willowC
Ruffled its hoary top in the fresh breezesD
Glancing in light like spray on a green billowC
Or the fine frost work which young winter freezesD
When first his power in infant pastime tryingE
Congeals sad autumn's tears on the dead branches lyingE
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From rocks around hung the loose ivy danglingE
And in the clefts sumach of liveliest greenF
Bright ising stars the little beach was spanglingE
The gold cup sorrel from his gauzy screenF
Shone like a fairy crown enchased and beadedA
Left on some morn when light flashed in their eyes unheededA
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The hum bird shook his sun touched wings aroundA
The bluefinch caroll'd in the still retreatA
The antic squirrel capered on the groundA
Where lichens made a carpet for his feetA
Through the transparent waves the ruddy minkleC
Shot up in glimmering sparks his red fin's tiny twinkleC
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There were dark cedars with loose mossy tressesD
White powdered dog trees and stiff hollies flauntingE
Gaudy as rustics in their May day dressesG
Blue pelloret from purple leaves upslantingE
A modest gaze like eyes of a young maidenH
Shining beneath dropt lids the evening of her weddingE
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The breeze fresh springing from the lips of mornI
Kissing the leaves and sighing so to lose 'emJ
The winding of the merry locust's hornI
The glad spring gushing from the rock's bare bosomJ
Sweet sights sweet sounds all sights all sounds excellingE
Oh 'twas a ravishing spot formed for a poet's dwellingE
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And did I leave thy loveliness to standA
Again in the dull world of earthly blindnessK
Pained with the pressure of unfriendly handsL
Sick of smooth looks agued with icy kindnessK
Left I for this thy shades were none intrudeA
To prison wandering thought and mar sweet solitudeA
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Yet I will look upon thy face againM
My own romantic Bronx and it will beA
A face more pleasant than the face of menM
Thy waves are old companions I shall seeA
A well remembered form in each old treeA
And hear a voice long loved in thy wild minstrelsyA

Joseph Rodman Drake



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