Drouth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCCDEED A CFCFFCCCC A GCGCCHIJH KLKLLMNNM| I | A |
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| The hot sunflowers by the glaring pike | B |
| Lift shields of sultry brass the teasel tops | C |
| Pink thorned advance with bristling spike on spike | B |
| Against the furious sunlight Field and copse | C |
| Are sick with summer now with breathless stops | C |
| The locusts cymbal now grasshoppers beat | D |
| Their castanets and rolled in dust a team | E |
| Like some mean life wrapped in its sorry dream | E |
| An empty wagon rattles through the heat | D |
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| II | A |
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| Where now the blue wild iris flowers whose mouths | C |
| Are moist and musky Where the sweet breathed mint | F |
| That made the brook bank herby Where the South's | C |
| Wild morning glories rich in hues that hint | F |
| At coming showers that the rainbows tint | F |
| Where all the blossoms that the wildwood knows | C |
| The frail oxalis hidden in its leaves | C |
| The Indian pipe pale as a soul that grieves | C |
| The freckled touch me not and forest rose | C |
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| III | A |
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| Dead dead all dead beside the drouth burnt brook | G |
| Shrouded in moss or in the shriveled grass | C |
| Where waved their bells from which the wild bee shook | G |
| The dewdrop once gaunt in a nightmare mass | C |
| The rank weeds crowd through which the cattle pass | C |
| Thirsty and lean seeking some meager spring | H |
| Closed in with thorns on which stray bits of wool | I |
| The panting sheep have left that sought the cool | J |
| From morn till evening wearily wandering | H |
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| IV | - |
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| No bird is heard no throat to whistle awake | K |
| The sleepy hush to let its music leak | L |
| Fresh bubble like through bloom roofs of the brake | K |
| Only the green gray heron famine weak | L |
| Searching the stale pools of the minnowless creek | L |
| Utters its call and then the rain crow too | M |
| False prophet now croaks to the stagnant air | N |
| While overhead still as if painted there | N |
| A buzzard hangs black on the burning blue | M |
Madison Julius Cawein
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