After The Rain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCDEBAEBFFGG HIIHHJJ KLKLMLKNOK PPQRRSPPTQT RUUURVARVA

Behold the blossom bosomed Day againA
With all the star white Hours in her trainB
Laughs out of pearl lights through a golden rayC
That leaning on the woodland wildness blendsD
A sprinkled amber with the showers that layC
Their oblong emeralds on the leafy endsD
Behold her bend with maiden braided browsE
Above the wildflower sidewise with its strainB
Of dewy happiness to kiss againA
Each drop to death or under rainy boughsE
With fingers fragrant as the woodland rainB
Gather the sparkles from the sycamoreF
To set within each coreF
Of crimson roses girdling her hipsG
Where each bud dreams and dripsG
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Smoothing her blue black hair where many a tuskH
Of iris flashes like the falchions' sheenI
Of Faery 'round blue banners of its QueenI
Is it a Naiad singing in the duskH
That haunts the spring where all the moss is muskH
With footsteps of the flowers on the banksJ
Or just a wild bird voluble with thanksJ
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Balm for each blade of grass the Hours prepareK
A festival each weed's invited toL
Each bee is drunken with the honied airK
And all the air is eloquent with blueL
The wet hay glitters and the harvesterM
Tinkles his scythe as twinkling as the dewL
That shall not spareK
Blossom or brier in its sweeping pathN
And ere it cut one swathO
Rings them they die and tells them to prepareK
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What is the spice that haunts each glen and gladeP
A Dryad's lips who slumbers in the shadeP
A Faun who lets the heavy ivy wreathQ
Slip to his thigh as reaching up he pullsR
The chestnut blossoms in whole bosomfulsR
A sylvan Spirit whose sweet mouth doth breatheS
Her viewless presence near us unafraidP
Or troops of ghosts of blooms that whitely wadeP
The brook whose wisdom knows no other songT
Than that the bird sings where it builds beneathQ
The wild rose and sits singing all day longT
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Oh let me sit with silence for a spaceR
A little while forgetting that fierce partU
Of man that struggles in the toiling martU
Where God can look into my heart's own heartU
From unsoiled heights made amiable with graceR
And where the sermons that the old oaks keepV
Can steal into me And what better thenA
Than turning to the moss a quiet faceR
To fall asleep a little while to sleepV
And dream of wiser worlds and wiser menA

Madison Julius Cawein



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