A March Voluntary (wind And Cloud) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCBDDEFEFGGHHH I JJKHLHLKLLLBMBMNNN I NHONONHPPQRRSSTT U VVNVWHHNNXWNNYYZVHHZ VV U HA2HHA2FFB2B2NNC2HC2 HD2E2E2RD2F2G2G2F2HH 2H2H2HHOZI2J2F2J2K2C 2C2L2HL2THTHSSHHHHH C2 HM2M2HHHHRRRRNRNNN C2 HHHHHB2B2NNB2NHHHHRR RHHHHHRRHH C2 PNPNRRRRN2RRRN2I2RRR C2RHHHC2RRO2O2NNRNP2 RP2XJJRRR H GGZZGHHGGHNGNH2Q2Q2R 2R2JJRRR H C2HHC2HHNNR2R2NR2H2Q 2NNNNNRRHHHNNHNHNRRP PNNRPRJHHHJ| 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 |
Madison Julius Cawein
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