August Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCBACDD E FGGHGHHII E JKKJKJJLL M NOONONNPQ M RSSRSRRTT| Clad on with glowing beauty and the peace | A |
| Benign of calm maturity she stands | B |
| Among her meadows and her orchard lands | B |
| And on her mellowing gardens and her trees | C |
| Out of the ripe abundance of her hands | B |
| Bestows increase | A |
| And fruitfulness as wrapped in sunny ease | C |
| Blue eyed and blonde she goes | D |
| Upon her bosom Summer's richest rose | D |
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| II | E |
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| And he who follows where her footsteps lead | F |
| By hill and rock by forest side and stream | G |
| Shall glimpse the glory of her visible dream | G |
| In flower and fruit in rounded nut and seed | H |
| She in whose path the very shadows gleam | G |
| Whose humblest weed | H |
| Seems lovelier than June's loveliest flower indeed | H |
| And sweeter to the smell | I |
| Than April's self within a rainy dell | I |
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| III | E |
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| Hers is a sumptuous simplicity | J |
| Within the fair Republic of her flowers | K |
| Where you may see her standing hours on hours | K |
| Breast deep in gold soft holding up a bee | J |
| To her hushed ear or sitting under bowers | K |
| Of greenery | J |
| A butterfly a tilt upon her knee | J |
| Or lounging on her hip | L |
| Dancing a cricket on her finger tip | L |
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| IV | M |
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| Ay let me breathe hot scents that tell of you | N |
| The hoary catnip and the meadow mint | O |
| On which the honour of your touch doth print | O |
| Itself as odour Let me drink the hue | N |
| Of iron weed and mist flow'r here that hint | O |
| With purple and blue | N |
| The rapture that your presence doth imbue | N |
| Their inmost essence with | P |
| Immortal though as transient as a myth | Q |
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| V | M |
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| Yea let me feed on sounds that still assure | R |
| Me where you hide the brooks' whose happy din | S |
| Tells where the deep retired woods within | S |
| Disrobed you bathe the birds' whose drowsy lure | R |
| Tells where you slumber your warm nestling chin | S |
| Soft on the pure | R |
| Pink cushion of your palm What better cure | R |
| For care and memory's ache | T |
| Than to behold you so and watch you wake | T |
Madison Julius Cawein
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