At The Lane's End Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDF GHGI J GGKKLMINOOPPIIQQCCRR IIIIIIGGIISSIIIIITTU UIIIIIIIIVVIIWWXXIII IIITTIIYZIIA2A2XXGGG J IIIII GB2 GB2G ICICI QGQGQ C2QC2QC2 RQRQR D2E2D2E2D2 F2QF2QF2 ICICI G2QG2QG2 IH2IH2I QQQQQ TCTCT XI2XI2X J2QJ2QJ2 IQIQI IQIQI K2J2K2J2K2 IQIQINo more to strip the roses from | A |
The rose boughs of her porch's place | B |
I dreamed last night that I was home | C |
Beside a rose her face | B |
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I must have smiled in sleep who knows | D |
The rose aroma filled the lane | E |
I saw her white hand's lifted rose | D |
That called me home again | F |
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And yet when I awoke so wan | G |
An old face wet with icy tears | H |
Somehow it seems sleep had misdrawn | G |
A love gone thirty years | I |
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II | J |
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The clouds roll up and the clouds roll down | G |
Over the roofs of the little town | G |
Out in the hills where the pike winds by | K |
Fields of clover and bottoms of rye | K |
You will hear no sound but the barking cough | L |
Of the striped chipmunk where the lane leads off | M |
You will hear no bird but the sapsuckers | I |
Far off in the forest that seems to purr | N |
As the warm wind fondles its top grown hot | O |
Like the docile back of an ocelot | O |
You will see no thing but the shine and shade | P |
Of briers that climb and of weeds that wade | P |
The glittering creeks of the light that fills | I |
The dusty road and the red keel hills | I |
And all day long in the pennyroy'l | Q |
The grasshoppers at their anvils toil | Q |
Thick click of their tireless hammers thrum | C |
And the wheezy belts of their bellows hum | C |
Tinkers who solder the silence and heat | R |
To make the loneliness more complete | R |
Around old rails where the blackberries | I |
Are reddening ripe and the bumble bees | I |
Are a drowsy rustle of Summer's skirts | I |
And the bob white's wing is the fan she flirts | I |
Under the hill through the iron weeds | I |
And ox eyed daisies and milkweeds leads | I |
The path forgotten of all but one | G |
Where elder bushes are sick with sun | G |
And wild raspberries branch big blue veins | I |
O'er the face of the rock where the old spring rains | I |
Its sparkling splinters of molten spar | S |
On the gravel bed where the tadpoles are | S |
You will find the pales of the fallen fence | I |
And the tangled orchard and vineyard dense | I |
With the weedy neglect of thirty years | I |
The garden there where the soft sky clears | I |
Like an old sweet face that has dried its tears | I |
The garden plot where the cabbage grew | T |
And the pompous pumpkin and beans that blew | T |
Balloons of white by the melon patch | U |
Maize and tomatoes that seemed to catch | U |
Oblong amber and agate balls | I |
Thrown from the sun in the frosty falls | I |
Long rows of currants and gooseberries | I |
And the balsam gourd with its honey bees | I |
And here was a nook for the princess plumes | I |
The snap dragons and the poppy blooms | I |
Mother's sweet williams and pansy flowers | I |
And the morning glories' bewildered bowers | I |
Tipping their cornucopias up | V |
For the humming birds that came to sup | V |
And over it all was the Sabbath peace | I |
Of the land whose lap was the love of these | I |
And the old log house where my innocence died | W |
With my boyhood buried side by side | W |
Shall a man with a face as withered and gray | X |
As the wasp nest stowed in a loft away | X |
Where the hornets haunt and the mortar drops | I |
From the loosened logs of the clap board tops | I |
Whom vice has aged as the rotting rooms | I |
The rain where memories haunt the glooms | I |
A hitch in his joints like the rheum that gnats | I |
In the rasping hinge of the door that jars | I |
A harsh cracked throat like the old stone flue | T |
Where the swallows build the summer through | T |
Shall a man I say with the spider sins | I |
That the long years spin in the outs and ins | I |
Of his soul returning to see once more | Y |
His boyhood's home where his life was poor | Z |
With toil and tears and their fretfulness | I |
But rich with health and the hopes that bless | I |
The unsoiled wealth of a vigorous youth | A2 |
Shall he not take comfort and know the truth | A2 |
In its threadbare raiment of falsehood Yea | X |
In his crumbled past he shall kneel and pray | X |
Like a pilgrim come to the shrine again | G |
Of the homely saints that shall soothe his pain | G |
And arise and depart made clean from stain | G |
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III | J |
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Years of care can not erase | I |
Visions of the hills and trees | I |
Closing in the dam and race | I |
Not the mile long memories | I |
Of the mill stream's lovely place | I |
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How the sunsets used to stain | G |
Mirror of the water lying | B2 |
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Under eaves made dark with rain | G |
Where the red bird westward flying | B2 |
Lit to try one song again | G |
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Dingles hills and woods and springs | I |
Where we came in calm and storm | C |
Swinging in the grape vine swings | I |
Wading where the rocks were warm | C |
With our fishing nets and strings | I |
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Here the road plunged down the hill | Q |
Under ash and chinquapin | G |
Where the grasshoppers would drill | Q |
Ears of silence with their din | G |
To the willow girdled mill | Q |
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There the path beyond the ford | C2 |
Takes the woodside just below | Q |
Shallows that the lilies sword | C2 |
Where the scarlet blossoms blow | Q |
Of the trumpet vine and gourd | C2 |
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Summer winds that sink with heat | R |
On the pelted waters winnow | Q |
Moony petals that repeat | R |
Crescents where the startled minnow | Q |
Beats a glittering retreat | R |
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Summer winds that bear the scent | D2 |
Of the iron weed and mint | E2 |
Weary with sweet freight and spent | D2 |
On the deeper pools imprint | E2 |
Stumbling steps in many a dent | D2 |
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Summer winds that split the husk | F2 |
Of the peach and nectarine | Q |
Trail along the amber dusk | F2 |
Hazy skirts of gray and green | Q |
Spilling balms of dew and musk | F2 |
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Where with balls of bursting juice | I |
Summer sees the red wild plum | C |
Strew the gravel ripened loose | I |
Autumn hears the pawpaw drum | C |
Plumpness on the rocks that bruise | I |
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There we found the water beech | G2 |
One forgotten August noon | Q |
With a hornet nest in reach | G2 |
Like a fairyland balloon | Q |
Full of bustling fairy speech | G2 |
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Some invasion sure it was | I |
For we heard the captains scold | H2 |
Waspish cavalry a buzz | I |
Troopers uniformed in gold | H2 |
Sable slashed to charge on us | I |
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Could I find the sedgy angle | Q |
Where the dragon flies would turn | Q |
Slender flittings into spangle | Q |
On the sunlight or would burn | Q |
Where the berries made a tangle | Q |
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Sparkling green and brassy blue | T |
Rendezvousing by the stream | C |
Bands of elf banditti who | T |
Brigands of the bloom and beam | C |
Drunken were with honey dew | T |
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Could I find the pond that lay | X |
Where vermilion blossoms showered | I2 |
Fragrance down the daisied way | X |
That the sassafras embowered | I2 |
With the spice of early May | X |
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Could I find it did I seek | J2 |
The old mill Its weather beaten | Q |
Wheel and gable by the creek | J2 |
With its warping roof worm eaten | Q |
Dusty rafters worn and weak | J2 |
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Where old shadows haunt old places | I |
Loft and hopper stair and bin | Q |
Ghostly with the dust that laces | I |
Webs that usher phantoms in | Q |
Wistful with remembered faces | I |
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While the frogs' grave litanies | I |
Drowse in far off antiphone | Q |
Supplicating till the eyes | I |
Of dead friendships long alone | Q |
In the dusky corners rise | I |
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Moonrays or the splintered slip | K2 |
Of a star within the darkling | J2 |
Twilight where the fire flies dip | K2 |
As if Night a myriad sparkling | J2 |
Jewels from her hands let slip | K2 |
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While again some farm boy crosses | I |
With a corn sack for the meal | Q |
O'er the creek through ferns and mosses | I |
Sprinkled by the old mill wheel | Q |
Where the water drips and tosses | I |
Madison Julius Cawein
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