Autumn Etchings Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDD E B FGHGIIIJKKJBB E B LBLBMBMBNBNBOPOPQQKK C B RSTJJUVUVWXWXVYYBB C A ZZA2B2B2A2C2C2A2D2D2 E2D2E2F2G2F2G2G2G2 C G2 BG2G2BG2H2G2G2H2I2H2 H2H2H2I2| Morning | A |
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| Her rain kissed face is fresh as rain | B |
| Is cool and fresh as a rain wet leaf | C |
| She glimmers at my window pane | B |
| And all my grief | C |
| Becomes a feeble rushlight seen no more | D |
| When the gold of her gown sweeps in my door | D |
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| II | E |
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| Forenoon | B |
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| Great blurs of woodland waved with wind | F |
| Gray paths down which October came | G |
| That now November's blasts have thinned | H |
| And flecked with fiercer flame | G |
| Are her delight She loves to lie | I |
| Regarding with a gray blue eye | I |
| The far off hills that hold the sky | I |
| And I I lie and gaze with her | J |
| Beyond the autumn woods and ways | K |
| Into the hope of coming days | K |
| The spring that nothing shall deter | J |
| That puts my soul in unison | B |
| With what's to do and what is done | B |
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| III | E |
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| Noon | B |
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| Wild grapes that purple through | L |
| Leaves that are golden | B |
| Brush fires that pillar blue | L |
| Woods that enfolden | B |
| Deep in the haze of dreams | M |
| In resignation | B |
| Give themselves up it seems | M |
| To divination | B |
| Woods that ablaze with oak | N |
| That the crow flew in | B |
| Gaze through the brushwood smoke | N |
| On their own ruin | B |
| And on the countenance of Death who stalks | O |
| Amid their miles | P |
| While to himself he talks | O |
| And smiles | P |
| Where in their midst Noon sits and holds | Q |
| Communion with their grays and golds | Q |
| Transforming with her rays their golds and grays | K |
| And in my heart the memories of dead days | K |
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| IV | C |
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| Afternoon | B |
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| Wrought iron hues of blood and bronze | R |
| Like some wild dawn's | S |
| Make fierce each leafy spire | T |
| Of blackberry brier | J |
| Where through their thorny fire | J |
| She goes the Afternoon from wood to wood | U |
| From crest to oak crowned crest | V |
| Of the high hill lands where the Morning stood | U |
| With rosy ribboned breast | V |
| Along the hills she takes the tangled path | W |
| Unto the quiet close of day | X |
| Musing on what a lovely death she hath | W |
| The unearthly golden beryl far away | X |
| Banding the gradual west | V |
| Seen through cathedral columns of the pines | Y |
| And minster naves of woodlands arched with vines | Y |
| The golden couch spread of the setting sun | B |
| For her to lie and me to gaze upon | B |
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| V | C |
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| Evening | A |
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| The winds awake | Z |
| And whispering shake | Z |
| The aster flower whose doom is sealed | A2 |
| The sumach bloom | B2 |
| Bows down its plume | B2 |
| And blossom Bayard of the field | A2 |
| The chicory stout | C2 |
| To the winds' wild rout | C2 |
| Lifts up its ragged shield | A2 |
| Low in the west the Evening shows | D2 |
| A ridge of rose | D2 |
| And stepping Earthward from the hills | E2 |
| Where'er she goes | D2 |
| The cricket wakes and all the silence spills | E2 |
| With reed like music shaken from the weeds | F2 |
| She takes my hand | G2 |
| And leads | F2 |
| Softly my soul into the Fairyland | G2 |
| The wonder world of gold and chrysolite | G2 |
| She builds there at the haunted edge of night | G2 |
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| VI | C |
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| Night | G2 |
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| Autumn woods the winds tramp down | B |
| Sowing acorns left and right | G2 |
| Where in rainy raiment Night | G2 |
| Tiptoes rustling wild her gown | B |
| Dripping in the moon's pale light | G2 |
| In the moonlight wan that hurries | H2 |
| Trailing now a robe of cloud | G2 |
| Now of glimmer ghostly browed | G2 |
| Through the leaves whose wildness skurries | H2 |
| And whose tatters swirl and swarm | I2 |
| Round her in her stormy starkness | H2 |
| She who takes my heart that leaps | H2 |
| That exults and onward sweeps | H2 |
| Like a red leaf in the darkness | H2 |
| And the tumult of the storm | I2 |
Madison Julius Cawein
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