An Idyl Of The May Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBBA DEDFFFGGHHIIIJJAACII CIKKILMLLM CHHCNOON PQPPRARCCA DDIPPPSPSAA STES PIPIIIUIPPU VVWWVVUU XYYZLA2A2L CACAVB2C2C2B2 D2D2AAD2In the beautiful May weather | A |
Lapsing soon into June | B |
On a golden golden day | C |
Of the green and golden May | C |
When our hearts were beating tune | B |
To the coming feet of June | B |
Walked we in the woods together | A |
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Silver fine | D |
Gleamed the ash buds through the darkness | E |
of the pine | D |
And the waters of the stream | F |
Glance and gleam | F |
Like a silver footed dream | F |
Beckoning calling | G |
Flashing falling | G |
Into shadows dun and brown | H |
Slipping down | H |
Calling still Oh hear Oh follow | I |
Follow follow | I |
Down through glen and ferny hollow | I |
Lit with patches of the sky | J |
Shining through the trees so high | J |
Hand in hand we went together | A |
In the golden golden weather | A |
Of the May | C |
While the fleet wing of the swallow | I |
Flashing by called follow follow | I |
And we followed through the day | C |
Speaking low | I |
Speaking often not at all | K |
To the brooklet's crystal call | K |
With our lingering feet and slow | I |
Slow and pausing here and there | L |
For a flower or a fern | M |
For the lovely maiden hair | L |
Hearing voices in the air | L |
Calling faintly down the burn | M |
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Still the streamlet slid away | C |
Singing smiling dimpling down | H |
To a mossy nook and brown | H |
Under bending boughs of May | C |
Where the nodding wind flower grows | N |
And the coolwort's lovely pink | O |
Brooding o'er the brooklet's brink | O |
Dips and blushes like a rose | N |
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And the faint smell of the mould | P |
Sweeter than the musky scent | Q |
Of the garden's manifold | P |
Perfumes into perfect blent | P |
Lights and sounds and odours stole | R |
In the golden golden weather | A |
Heart and thought and life and soul | R |
Stole away | C |
In that merry merry May | C |
Wandering down the burn together | A |
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Ah Valentine my Valentine | D |
Heard I with my hand in thine | D |
Grave and low and sweet and slow | I |
As the wood bird over head | P |
Brooding notes half sung half said | P |
In the world so bleak and wide | P |
Hearts make Edens of their own | S |
Wilt thou linger by my side | P |
Wilt thou live for me alone | S |
Making bright the winter weather | A |
Thou and I and love together | A |
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Yea I said for thee alone | S |
Shading eyes lest they confess | T |
Too much their own happiness | E |
With the happy tears o'erflown | S |
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Gravely thou The world is not | P |
Like this ferny hollow | I |
Through a rougher thornier lot | P |
Wilt thou bravely follow | I |
Still the brook with softer flow | I |
Called Oh hear Oh follow | I |
Aye I said with bated breath | U |
Where thou goest I will go | I |
Holding still thy stronger hand | P |
Through the dreariest desert land | P |
True till death | U |
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Silence fell between us two | V |
Noiseless as the silver dew | V |
Hearts that had no need of speech | W |
In the silence spoke to each | W |
And along the sapphire blue | V |
Shot with shafts of sunset through | V |
Fell a voice a bodiless breath | U |
True till death | U |
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Through a mist of smiles and tears | X |
Doubts and fears and toils and dreams | Y |
Oh how long ago it seems | Y |
Looking back across the year | Z |
Silver threads are in my hair | L |
And the sunset shadows slope | A2 |
Back along the hills of hope | A2 |
That before us shone so fair | L |
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Ah for us the merry May | C |
Comes no more with golden weather | A |
Fields and woods and sunshine gay | C |
Purple skies and purple heather | A |
We have had our holyday | V |
And I sit with folded hands | B2 |
In the twilight looking back | C2 |
Over life's uneven track | C2 |
Thorny wilds and desert sands | B2 |
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Weary heart unwearied faith | D2 |
In the twilight softly saith | D2 |
We have had our golden weather | A |
We have walked through life together | A |
True till death | D2 |
Kate Seymour Maclean
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