A November Wood-walk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBA CDDDC EFFFE GHHHG IJJJI KFLFK MNMNM OPPOOPDead leaves are deep in all our forest walks | A |
Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet | B |
Shine redly glimmering through the dewy wet | B |
And whereso'er thy musing foot is set | B |
The fragrant cool wort lifts its emerald stalks | A |
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How kindly nature wraps secure and warm | C |
In the fallen mantle of her summer pride | D |
These lovely tender things that peep and hide | D |
Whom unawares thy curious eye hath spied | D |
For the long night of winter's frost and storm | C |
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Still keeps the deer berry its vivid green | E |
Set in its glowing calyx like a gem | F |
While hung above a marvellous diadem | F |
Of tawny gold the bittersweet's gray stem | F |
Strung with its globes of murky flame is seen | E |
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The foot sinks ankle deep in velvet moss | G |
The shroud of some dead giant of his race | H |
Dun gold and green and brown thick interlace | H |
Their tiny exquisite leaves in cunning trace | H |
Weaving their beaded filaments across | G |
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Here mayest thou lie and looking up behold | I |
Far up the stately trees sway to and fro | J |
In the deep sunny air with motion slow | J |
And whispering to each other weird and low | J |
The secrets of the haunted cloud land old | I |
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Heaven seems not half so far as in the town | K |
Looking through smoke and dust and tears to gam | F |
Some heavenly comfort for thy human pain | L |
Heaven seems far off but here the dews and ram | F |
Come like a benediction from the Father down | K |
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Nor will He who forgets not any weed | M |
That blooms its little life in forest shade | N |
And dies when it hath cast its ripened seed | M |
Forget the human creatures He has made | N |
Frail as they are and full of infinite need | M |
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Now like a sheaf of golden arrows fall | O |
The last rays of the Indian Summer sun | P |
And hark along the hollow hills they run | P |
Invisible messengers the battle call | O |
Of coming storms in pipings faint and small | O |
They bring the pageant of the year is done | P |
Kate Seymour Maclean
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