A March Voluntary (wind And Cloud) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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A March Voluntary (wind And Cloud) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Winds that cavern heaven and the clouds	A
And canyon with cerulean blue	B
Great rifts down which the stormy sunlight crowds	A
Like some bright seraph who	B
Mailed in intensity of silver mail	C
Flashes his splendor over hill and vale	C
Now tramp tremendous the loud forest through	B
Or now like mighty runners in a race	D
That swing long pace to pace	D
Sweep 'round the hills fresh as at dawn's first start	E
They swept dew dripping from	F
The crystal crimson ruby of her heart	E
Shouting the dim world dumb	F
And with their passage the gray and green	G
Of the earth 's washed clean	G
And the cleansing breath of their might is wings	H
And warm aroma we know as Spring's	H
And sap and strength to her bourgeonings	H
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II	I
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My brow I bare	J
To the cool clean air	J
That blows from the crests of the clouds that roll	K
Pearl piled and berged as floes of Northern Seas	H
Banked gray and thunder low	L
Big in the heaven's peace	H
Clouds borne from nowhere that we know	L
With nowhere for their goal	K
With here and there a silvery glow	L
Of sunlight chasming deeps of sombre snow	L
Great gulfs that overflow	L
With sky a sapphire blue	B
Or opal sapphire kissed	M
Wide welled and deep and swiftly rifting through	B
Stratas of streaming mist	M
Each opening like a pool	N
Serene cerule	N
Set 'round with crag like clouds 'mid which its eye gleams cool	N
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III	I
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What blue is bluer than the bluebird's blue	N
'T is as if heaven itself sat on its wings	H
As if the sky in miniature it bore	O
The fields and forests through	N
Bringing the very heaven to our door	O
The daybreak of its back soft wedded to	N
The sunset auburn of its throat that sings	H
The dithyrambics of the wind and rain	P
Strive to but cannot drown its strain	P
Again and yet again	Q
I hear it where the maples tassel red	R
And blossoms of the crab round out o'erhead	R
And catkins make the willow brake	S
A gossamer blur around the lake	S
That lately was a stream	T
A little stream locked in its icy dream	T
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IV	U
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Invisible crystals of aerial ring	V
Against the wind I hear the bluebird fling	V
Its notes and where the oak's mauve leaves uncurl	N
I catch the skyey glitter of its wing	V
Its wing that lures me like some magic charm	W
Far in the woods	H
And shadowy solitudes	H
And where the purple hills stretch under purple and pearl	N
Of clouds that sweep and swirl	N
Its music seems to take material form	X
A form that beckons with cerulean arm	W
And bids me see and follow	N
Where in the violet hollow	N
There at the wood's far turn	Y
On starry moss and fern	Y
She shimmers glimmering like a rainbowed shower	Z
The Spirit of Spring	V
Diaphanous limbed who stands	H
With honeysuckle hands	H
Sowing the earth with many a firstling flower	Z
Footed with fragrance of their blossoming	V
And clad in heaven as is the bluebird's wing	V
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V	U
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The tumult and the booming of the trees	H
Shaken with shoutings of the winds of March	A2
No mightier music have I heard than these	H
The rocking and the rushing of the trees	H
The organ thunder of the forest's arch	A2
And in the wind their columned trunks become	F
Each one a mighty pendulum	F
Swayed to and fro as if in time	B2
To some vast song some roaring rhyme	B2
Wind shouted from sonorous hill to hill	N
The woods are never still	N
The dead leaves frenzy by	C2
Innumerable and frantic as the dance	H
That whirled its madness once beneath the sky	C2
In ancient Greece like withered Corybants	H
And I am caught and carried with their rush	D2
Their countless panic borne away	E2
A brother to the wind through the deep gray	E2
Of the old beech wood where the wild Marchday	R
Sits dreaming filling all the boisterous hush	D2
With murmurous laughter and swift smiles of sun	F2
Conspiring in its heart and plotting how	G2
To load with leaves and blossoms every bough	G2
And whispering to itself 'Now Spring's begun	F2
And soon her flowers shall golden through these leaves	H
Away ye sightless things and sere	H2
Make room for that which shall appear	H2
The glory and the gladness of the year	H2
The loveliness my eye alone perceives	H
Still hidden there beneath the covering leaves	H
My song shall waken flowers that this floor	O
Of whispering woodland soon shall carpet o'er	Z
For my sweet sisters' feet to tread upon	I2
Months kinder than myself the stern and strong	J2
Tempestuous loving one	F2
Whose soul is full of wild tumultuous song	J2
And whose rough hand now thrusts itself among	K2
The dead leaves groping for the flowers that lie	C2
Huddled beneath each like a sleep closed eye	C2
Gold adder's tongue and pink	L2
Oxalis snow pale bloodroot blooms	H
May apple hoods that parasol the brink	L2
Screening their moons of the slim woodland stream	T
And the wild iris trillium white as stars	H
And bluebells dream on dream	T
With harsh hand groping in the glooms	H
I grasp their slenderness and shake	S
Their lovely eyes awake	S
Dispelling from their souls the sleep that mars	H
With heart disturbing jars	H
Clasping their forms and with rude finger tips	H
Through the dark rain that drips	H
Lifting them shrinking to my stormy lips	H
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VI	C2
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'Already spicewood and the sassafras	H
Like fragrant flames begin	M2
To tuft their boughs with topaz ere they spin	M2
Their beryl canopies a glimmering mass	H
Mist blurred above the deepening grass	H
Already where the old beech stands	H
Clutching the lean soil as it were with hands	H
Taloned and twisted on its trunk a knot	R
A huge excrescence a great fungous clot	R
Like some enormous and distorting wart	R
My eyes can see how blot on beautiful blot	R
Of blue the violets blur through	N
The musky and the loamy rot	R
Of leaf pierced leaves and heaven in their hue	N
The little bluets crew on azure crew	N
Prepare their myriads for invasion too	N
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VII	C2
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'And in my soul I see how soon shall rise	H
Still hidden to men's eyes	H
Dim as the wind that 'round them treads	H
Hosts of spring beauties streaked with rosy reds	H
And pale anemones whose airy heads	H
As to some fairy rhyme	B2
All day shall nod in delicate time	B2
And now even now white peal on peal	N
Of pearly bells that in bare boughs conceal	N
Themselves like snowy music chime on chime	B2
The huckleberries to my gaze reveal	N
Clusters that soon shall toss	H
Above this green starred moss	H
That like an emerald fire gleams across	H
This forest side and from its moist deeps lifts	H
Slim wire like stems of seed	R
Or lichen colored glows with many a bead	R
Of cup like blossoms carpets where I read	R
When through the night's dark rifts	H
The moonlight's glimpsing splendor sifts	H
The immaterial forms	H
With moonbeam beckoning arms	H
Of Fable and Romance	H
Myths that are born of whispers of the wind	R
And foam of falling waters music twinned	R
Shall lead the legendary dance	H
The dance that never stops	H
Of Earth's wild beauty on the green hill tops '	-
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VIII	C2
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The youth the beauty and disdain	P
Of birth death does not know	N
Compel my heart with longing like to pain	P
When the spring breezes blow	N
The fragrance and the heat	R
Of their soft breath whose musk makes sweet	R
Each woodland way each wild retreat	R
Seem saying in my ear 'Hark and behold	R
Before a week be gone	N2
This barren woodside and this leafless wold	R
A million flowers shall invade	R
With argent and azure pearl and gold	R
Like rainbow fragments scattered of the dawn	N2
Here making bright here wan	I2
Each foot of earth each glen and glimmering glade	R
Each rood of windy wood	R
Where late gaunt Winter stood	R
Shaggy with snow and howling at the sky	C2
Where even now the Springtime seems afraid	R
To whisper of the beauty she designs	H
The flowery campaign that she now outlines	H
Within her soul her heart's conspiracy	H
To take the world with loveliness defy	C2
And then o'erwhelm the Death that Winter throned	R
Amid the trees with love that she hath owned	R
Since God informed her of His very breath	O2
Giving her right triumphant over Death	O2
And irresistible	N
Her heart's deep ecstasy shall swell	N
Taking the form of flower leaf and blade	R
Invading every dell	N
And sweeping surge on surge	P2
Around the world like some exultant raid	R
Even to the heaven's verge	P2
Soon shall her legions storm	X
Death's ramparts planting Life's fair standard there	J
The banner which her beauty hath in care	J
Beauty that shall eventuate	R
With all the pomp and pageant and the state	R
That are apart of power and that wait	R
On majesty to which it too is heir '	-
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IX	H
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Already purplish pink and green	G
The bloodroot's buds and leaves are seen	G
Clumped in dim cirques one from the other	Z
Hardly distinguished in the shadowy smother	Z
Of last year's leaves blown brown between	G
And piercing through the layers of dead leaves	H
The searching eye perceives	H
The dog's tooth violet pointed needle keen	G
Lifting its beak of mottled green	G
While near it heaves	H
The May apple its umbrous spike a ball	N
Like to a round green bean	G
That folds its blossom topping its tight closed parasol	N
The clustered bluebell near	H2
Hollows its azure ear	Q2
Low leaning to the earth as if to hear	Q2
The sound of its own growing and perfume	R2
Flowing into its bloom	R2
And softly there	J
The twin leaf's stems prepare	J
Pale tapers of transparent white	R
As if to light	R
The Spirit of Beauty through the wood's green night	R
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X	H
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Why does Nature love the number five	C2
Five whorled leaves and five tipped flowers	H
Haply the bee that sucks i' the rose	H
Laboring aye to store its hive	C2
And humming away the long noon hours	H
Haply it knows as it comes and goes	H
Or haply the butterfly	N
Or moth of pansy dye	N
Flitting from bloom to bloom	R2
In the forest's violet gloom	R2
It knows why	N
Or the irised fly to whom	R2
Each bud as it glitters near	H2
Lends eager and ardent ear	Q2
And also tell	N
Why Nature loves so well	N
To prank her flowers in gold and blue	N
Haply the dew	N
That lies so close to them the whole night through	N
Hugged to each honeyed heart	R
Perhaps the dew the secret could impart	R
Or haply now the bluebird there that bears	H
Glad unawares	H
God's sapphire on its wings	H
The lapis lazuli	N
O' the clean clear sky	N
The heav'n of which he sings	H
Haply he too could tell me why	N
Or the maple there that swings	H
To the wind's soft sigh	N
Its winglets crystal red	R
A rainy ruby twinkling overhead	R
Or haply now the wind that breathes of rain	P
Amid the rosy boughs it could explain	P
And even now in words of mystery	N
That haunt the heart of me	N
Low whispered dim and bland	R
Tells me but tells in vain	P
And strives to make me see and understand	R
Delaying where	J
The feldspar fire of the violet breaks	H
And the starred myrtle aches	H
With heavenly blue and the frail windflower shakes	H
Its trembling tresses in the opal air	J