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The Poet And The Brook. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A TALE OF TRANSFORMATIONS	A
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A little Brook that babbled under grass	B
Once saw a Poet pass	B
A Poet with long hair and saddened eyes	C
Who went his weary way with woeful sighs	C
And on another time	D
This Brook did hear that Poet read his rueful rhyme	D
Now in the poem that he read	E
This Poet said	E
Oh little Brook that babblest under grass	B
Ah me Alack Ah well a day Alas	B
Say are you what you seem	F
Or is your life like other lives a dream	F
What time your babbling mocks my mortal moods	G
Fair Na ad of the stream	F
And are you in good sooth	H
Could purblind poesy perceive the truth	H
A water sprite	I
Who sometimes for man's dangerous delight	I
Puts on a human form and face	J
To wear them with a superhuman grace	J
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When this poor Poet turns his bending back	K
Ah me Ah well a day Alas Alack	K
Say shall you rise from out your grassy bed	E
With wreathed forget me nots about your head	E
And sing and play	L
And wile some wandering wight out of his way	L
To lead him with your witcheries astray	L
Ah me Alas Alack Ah well a day	L
Would it be safe for me	M
That fateful form to see	M
Alas Alack Ah well a day Ah me	M
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So far the Poet read his pleasing strain	N
Then it began to rain	N
He closed his book	K
Farewell fair Nymph he cried as with a lingering look	K
His homeward way he took	K
And nevermore that Poet saw that Brook	K
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The Brook passed several days in anxious expectation	O
Of transformation	O
Into a lovely nymph bedecked with flowers	P
And longed impatiently to prove those powers	P
Those dangerous powers of witchery and wile	Q
That should all mortal men mysteriously beguile	Q
For life as running water lost its charm	R
Before the exciting hope of doing so much harm	R
And yet the hope seemed vain	N
Despite the Poet's strain	N
Though the days came and went and went and came	S
The seasons changed the Brook remained the same	S
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The Brook was almost tired	T
Of vainly hoping to become a Na ad	U
When on a certain Summer's day	L
Dame Nature came that way	L
Busy as usual	V
With great and small	W
Who at the water side	X
Dipping her clever fingers in the tide	X
Out of the mud drew creeping things	Y
And smiling on them gave them radiant wings	Y
Now when the poor Brook murmured Mother dear	Z
Dame Nature bent to hear	A2
And the sad stream poured all its woes into her sympathetic ear	A2
Crying Oh bounteous Mother	B2
Do not do more for one child than another	B2
If of a dirty grub or two	C2
Dressing them up in royal blue	C2
You make so many shining Demoiselles	Y
Change me as well	D2
Uplift me also from this narrow place	Y
Where life runs on at such a petty pace	Y
Give me a human form dear Dame and then	E2
See how I'll flit and flash and fascinate the race of men	E2
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Then Mother Nature who is wondrous wise	Y
Did that deluded little Brook advise	Y
To be contented with its own fair face	Y
And with a good and cheerful grace	Y
Run as of yore on its appointed race	Y
Safe both from giving and receiving harms	Y
Outliving human lives outlasting human charms	Y
But good advice however kind	F2
Is thrown away upon a made up mind	F2
And this was all that babbling Brook would say	Y
Give me a human face and form if only for a day	Y
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Then quoth Dame Nature Oh my foolish child	G2
Ere I fulfil a wish so wild	G2
Since I am kind and you are ignorant	H2
This much I grant	I2
You shall arise from out your grassy bed	E
And gathered to the waters overhead	E
Shall thus and then	E2
Look down and see the world and all the ways of men	E2
Scarce had the Dame	S
Departed to the place from whence she came	S
When in that very hour	B2
The sun burst forth with most amazing power	B2
Dame Nature bade him blaze and he obeyed	J2
He drove the fainting flocks into the shade	J2
He ripened all the flowers into seed	K2
He dried the river and he parched the mead	K2
Then on the Brook he turned his burning eye	L2
Which rose and left its narrow channel dry	L2
And climbing up by sunbeams to the sky	L2
Became a snow white cloud which softly floated by	L2
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It was a glorious Autumn day	Y
And all the world with red and gold was gay	Y
When as this cloud athwart the heavens did pass	Y
Lying below it saw a Poet on the grass	Y
The very Poet who had such a stir made	J2
To prove the Brook was a fresh water mermaid	J2
And now	M2
Holding his book above his corrugated brow	M2
He read aloud	N2
And thus apostrophized the passing cloud	N2
Oh snowy breasted Fair	O2
Mysterious messenger of upper air	O2
Can you be of those female forms so dread	E
Who bear the souls of the heroic dead	E
To where undying laurels crown the warrior's head	E
Or as you smile and hover	B2
Are you not rather some fond goddess of the skies who waits a mortal	V
lover	B2
And who ah who is he	M
And what oh what your message to poor me	M
So far the Poet Then he stopped	P2
His book had dropped	P2
But ere the delighted cloud could make reply	L2
Dame Nature hurried by	L2
And it put forth a wild beseeching cry	L2
Give me a human face and form	Q2
Dame Nature frowned and all the heavens grew black with storm	Q2
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But very soon	R2
Upon a frosty winter's noon	R2
The little cloud returned below	S2
Falling in flakes of snow	S2
Falling most softly on the floor most hard	T2
Of an old manor house court yard	T2
And as it hastened to the earth again	E2
The children sang behind the window pane	N
Old woman up yonder plucking your geese	Y
Quickly pluck them and quickly cease	Y
Throw down the feathers and when you have done	O
We shall have fun we shall have fun	O
The snow had fallen when with song and shout	U2
The girls and boys came out	U2
Six sturdy little men and maids	Y
Carrying heather brooms and wooden spades	Y
Who swept and shovelled up the fallen snow	S2
Which whimpered Oh oh oh	S2
Oh Mother most severe	Z
Pity me lying here	A2
I'm shaken all to pieces with that storm	Q2
Raise me and clothe me in a human form	Q2
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They swept up much they shovelled up more	V2
There never was such a snow man before	V2
They built him bravely with might and main	N
There never will be such a snow man again	E2
His legs were big his body was bigger	B2
They made him a most imposing figure	B2
His eyes were large and as black as coal	W2
For a cinder was placed in each round hole	W2
And the sight of his teeth would have made yours ache	X2
Being simply the teeth of an ancient rake	X2
They smoothed his forehead they patted his back	K
There wasn't a single unsightly crack	K
And when they had given the final pat	Y2
They crowned his head with the scare crow's hat	Y2
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And so	S2
The Brook the Cloud the Snow	S2
Got its own way after so many days	Y
And did put on a human form and face	Y
But whether	B2
The situation pleased it altogether	B2
If it is nice	Y
To be a man of snow and ice	Y
Whether it feels	Y
Painful when one congeals	Y
How this man felt	Z2
When he began to melt	Z2
Whether he wore his human form and face	Y
With any extraordinary grace	Y
If many mortals fell	D2
As victims to the spell	D2
Or if	A3
As he stood stark and stiff	A3
With a bare broomstick in his arms	Y
And not a trace of transcendental charms	Y
That man of snow	S2
Grew wise enough to know	S2
That the Brook's hopes were but a Poet's dream	F
And well content to be again a stream	F
On the first sunny day	Y
Flowed quietly away	Y
Or what the end was You must ask the Poet	B3
I don't know it	C3