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Forest And Field Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
GREEN watery jets of light let through	B
The rippling foliage drenched with dew	B
And golden glimmers warm and dim	C
That in the vistaed distance swim	C
Where 'round the wood spring's oozy urn	D
The limp loose fronds of forest fern	D
Trail like the tresses green and wet	E
A wood nymph binds with violet	F
O'er rocks that bulge and roots that knot	G
The emerald amber mosses clot	G
From matted walls of brier and brush	H
The eider nods its plumes of plush	H
And Argus eyed with many a bloom	I
The wild rose breathes its wild perfume	I
May apples ripening yellow lean	J
With oblong fruit a lemon green	J
Near Indian turnips long of stem	K
That bear an acorn oval gem	K
As if some woodland Bacchus there	L
While braiding locks of hyacinth hair	L
With ivy tod had idly tost	G
His thyrsus down and so had lost	G
And blood root that from scarlet wombs	M
Puts forth in spring its milk white blooms	M
That then like starry footsteps shine	N
Of April under beech and pine	N
At which the gnarled eyes of trees	M
Stare big as Fauns' at Dryades	M
That bend above a fountain's spar	O
As white and naked as a star	O
The stagnant stream flows sleepily	P
Thick with its lily pads the bee	P
All honey drunk a Bassarid	G
Booms past the mottled toad that hid	G
In calamus plants and blue eyed grass	M
Beside the water's pooling glass	M
Silenus like eyes stolidly	P
The M nad glittering dragonfly	P
And pennyroyal and peppermint	G
Pour dry hot odours without stint	G
From fields and banks of many streams	M
And in their scent one almost seems	M
To see Demeter pass her breath	Q
Sweet with her triumph over death	Q
A haze of floating saffron sound	G
Of shy crisp creepings o'er the ground	G
The dip and stir of twig and leaf	R
Tempestuous gusts of spices brief	R
Borne over bosks of sassafras	M
By winds that foot it on the grass	M
Sharp sudden songs and whisperings	M
That hint at untold hidden things	M
Pan and Sylvanus who of old	G
Kept sacred each wild wood and wold	G
A wily light beneath the trees	M
Quivers and dusks with every breeze	M
A Hamadryad haply who	B
Culling her morning meal of dew	B
From frail accustomed cups of flowers	M
Now sees some Satyr in the bowers	M
Or hears his goat hoof snapping press	M
Some brittle branch and in distress	M
Shrinks back her dark dishevelled hair	L
Veiling her limbs one instant there	L
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II	A
Down precipices of the dawn	S
The rivers of the day are drawn	S
The soundless torrents free and far	O
Of gold that deluge every star	O
There is a sound of brooks and wings	M
That fills the woods with carollings	M
And dashed on moss and flow'r and fern	D
And leaves that quiver breathe and burn	D
Rose radiance smites the solitudes	M
The dew drenched hills the dripping woods	M
That twitter as with canticles	M
Of shade and light and wind that smells	M
Of flowers and buds and boisterous bees	M
Delirious honey and wet trees	M
Through briers that trip them one by one	T
With swinging pails that take the sun	T
A troop of girls comes berriers	M
Whose bare feet glitter where they pass	M
Through dewdrop trembling tufts of grass	M
And oh their laughter and their cheers	M
Wake Echo 'mid her shrubby rocks	M
Who answering from her mountain mocks	M
With rapid fairy horns as if	U
Each mossy vale and weedy cliff	U
Had its imperial Oberon	V
Who seeking his Titania hid	G
In coverts caverned from the sun	T
In kingly wrath had called and chid	G
Cloud feathers oozing orange light	G
Make rich the Indian locks of night	G
Her dusky waist with sultry gold	G
Girdled and buckled fold on fold	G
One star A sound of bleating flocks	M
Great shadows stretched along the rocks	M
Like giant curses overthrown	W
By some Arthurian champion	T
Soft swimming sorceries of mist	G
That streak blue glens with amethyst	G
And tinkling in the clover dells	M
The twilight sound of cattle bells	M
And where the marsh in reed and grass	M
Burns angry as a shattered glass	M
The flies make golden blurs that shine	N
Like drops of amber scattered wine	N
Spun high by reeling Bacchanals	M
When Bacchus wreathes his curling hair	L
With vine leaves and from every lair	L
His worshippers around him calls	M
They come they come a happy throng	X
The berriers with gibe and song	X
Their pails brimmed black to tin bright eaves	M
With luscious fruit kept cool with leaves	M
Of aromatic sassafras	M
'Twixt which some sparkling berry slips	M
Like laughter from the purple mass	M
Wine swollen as Silenus' lips	M
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III	A
The tanned and tired noon climbs high	A
Up burning reaches of the sky	A
Below the drowsy belts of pines	M
The rock ledged river foams and shines	M
And over rainless hill and dell	P
Is blown the harvest's sultry smell	P
While in the fields one sees and hears	M
The brawny throated harvesters	M
Their red brows beaded with the heat	G
By twos and threes among the wheat	G
Flash their hot scythes behind them press	M
The binders men and maids that sing	Y
Like some mad troop of piping Pan	Z
While all the hillsides swoon and ring	Y
Such sounds of Ariel airiness	M
As haunted freckled Caliban	Z
'O ho O ho 'tis noon I say	M
The roses blow	P
Away away above the hay	M
To the tune o' the bees the roses sway	M
The love songs that they hum all day	M
So low So low	P
The roses' Minnesingers they '	-
Up velvet lawns of lilac skies	M
The tawny moon begins to rise	M
Behind low blue black hills of trees	M
As rises up in Siren seas	M
To rock in purple deeps hip hid	G
A virgin bosomed Oceanid	G
Gaunt shadows crouch by tree and scaur	L
Like shaggy Satyrs waiting for	L
The moonbeam Nymphs the Dryads white	G
That take with loveliness the night	G
And glorify it with their love	A2
The sweet far notes I hear I hear	L
Beyond dim pines and mellow ways	M
The song of some fair harvester	L
The lovely Limnad of the grove	B2
Whose singing charms me while it slays	M
'O deep O deep the earth and air	L
Are sunk in sleep	C2
Adieu to care Now everywhere	L
Is rest and by the old oak there	L
The maiden with the nut brown hair	L
Doth keep doth keep	C2
Tryst with her lover the young and fair '	-
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IV	B2
Like Atalanta's spheres of gold	G
Within the orchard apples rolled	G
From sudden hands of boughs that lay	M
Their leaves like palms against the day	M
And near them pears of rusty brown	Z
Lay bruised and peaches pink with down	Z
And furry as the ears of Pan	Z
Or like Diana's cheeks a tan	Z
Beneath which burnt a tender fire	L
Or wan as Psyche's with desire	L
And down the orchard vistas young	D2
A hickory basket by him swung	D2
A straw hat 'gainst the sloping sun	Z
Drawn brim broad o'er his face he strode	G
As if he looked to find some one	Z
His eyes far fixed beyond the road	G
Before him like a living burr	L
Rattled the noisy grasshopper	L
And where the cows' melodious bells	M
Trailed music up and down the dells	M
Beside the spring that o'er the ground	G
Went whimpering like a fretful hound	G
He saw her waiting fair and slim	C
Her pail forgotten there for him	C
Yellow as sunset skies and pale	P
As fairy clouds that stay or sail	P
Through azure vaults of summer blue	B
As summer heavens the wildflowers grew	B
And blossoms on which spurts of light	G
Fell laughing like the lips one might	G
Feign for a Hebe or a girl	P
Whose mouth is laughter lit with pearl	P
Long ferns in murmuring masses heaped	G
And mosses moist in beryl steeped	G
And musk aromas of the wood	G
And silence of the solitude	G
And everything that near her blew	B
The spring had showered thick with dew	B
Across the rambling fence she leaned	G
Her fresh round arms all white and bare	L
Her artless beauty bonnet screened	G
Rich coloured with its auburn hair	L
A wood thrush gurgled in a vine	Z
Ah 'tis his step 'tis he she hears	M
The wild rose smelt like some rare wine	Z
He comes ah yes 'tis he who nears	M
And her brown eyes and all her face	M
Said welcome And with rustic grace	M
He leant beside her and they had	G
Some talk with youthful laughter glad	G
I know not what I know but this	M
Its final period was a kiss	M