Catkins Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCCAD E AAFFFAA E GGHHIIIJJ K LLLLLLMMNNAAA K OPPOAAQQQKKKKKKRRSSS KPPKKTTKK K KKJJKKOKORR K LLLIIUUKKKKKKUUI

Misty are the far off hillsA
And misty are the nearB
Purple hazes dimly lieC
Veiling hill and field and skyC
Marshes where the hylas cryC
Like a myriad billsA
Piping 'Spring is here 'D
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IIE
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A redbird flitsA
Then sings and sitsA
And calls to his mateF
'She is late she is lateF
How long how long must the woodland waitF
For its emerald plumesA
And its jewelled bloomsA
She is late she is late '-
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IIIE
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Along the streamG
A cloudy gleamG
The pussy willows tufted whiteH
Make of each tree a mighty lightH
Pearl and silver and glimmering grayI
They tassel the boughs of the willow wayI
And as they swing they seem to sayI
With mouths of bloomJ
And warm perfumeJ
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IVK
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'Awake awakeL
For young Spring's sakeL
O little brown bees in hive and brakeL
Awake awakeL
For sweet Spring's sakeL
O butterflies whose wild wings acheL
With colors rareM
As flowers wearM
And hither hitherN
Before we witherN
Oh come to usA
All amorousA
With honey for your mouths to bussA
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VK
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'Hearken hearkenO
Last night we heardP
A wondrous wordP
When dusk did darkenO
The rain and the wind sat in these boughsA
As in a great and shadowy houseA
At first we deemedQ
We only dreamedQ
And then it seemedQ
We heard them whisper of things to beK
The wind and the rain in the willow treeK
A sweet delicious conspiracyK
To take the world with witcheryK
They talked of the fairy brotherhoodsK
Of blooms and blossoms and leaves and budsK
That ambushed under the winter moldR
And under the bark of the forest oldR
And they took our breathS
With the shibbolethS
The secret word that casts off deathS
That word of life no man may guessK
That wondrous wordP
Which we then heardP
That bids life riseK
Beneath the skiesK
Rise up and fillT
Far wood and hillT
With myriad hosts of lovelinessK
Invading beauty that love shall blessK
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VIK
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'Then in our earsK
Our woolly earsK
Our little ears of willow bloomJ
Like wild perfumeJ
We seemed to hear dim woodland cheersK
Of hosts of flowersK
That soon would runO
Through fields and bowersK
And to the sunO
Lift high their banners of blue and goldR
And storm the ways of the woodland oldR
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VIIK
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'Awake awakeL
For young Spring's sakeL
O hylas sleeping in marsh and lakeL
Tune up your pipes and play play playI
Tune tune your reeds in ooze and clayI
And pipe and singU
Till everythingU
Knows gladly knowsK
Sowing the roseK
The lily and roseK
With her breast blown bareK
And the wind in her hairK
And the birds around her everywhereK
The Spring the SpringU
The young witch SpringU
With lilt and laughter and rain and rayI
Comes swiftly wildly up this way '-

Madison Julius Cawein



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