Forest And Field Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDEFGGHHIIJJKKL LGGMMNNMMOOPPGGMMPPG GMMQQGGRRMMMMGGMMBBM MMMLL ASSOOMMDDMMMMMMTTMMM MMMUUVGTGGGGGMMWTGGM MMMNNMLLMXXMMMMMM AAAMMPPMMGGMYZYMZMPM MMP MMMMGGLLGGA2LMLB2MLC 2LLLC2 B2GGMMZZZZLLD2D2ZGZG LLMMGGCCPPBBGGPPGGGG BBGLGLZMZMMMGGMM

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GREEN watery jets of light let throughB
The rippling foliage drenched with dewB
And golden glimmers warm and dimC
That in the vistaed distance swimC
Where 'round the wood spring's oozy urnD
The limp loose fronds of forest fernD
Trail like the tresses green and wetE
A wood nymph binds with violetF
O'er rocks that bulge and roots that knotG
The emerald amber mosses clotG
From matted walls of brier and brushH
The eider nods its plumes of plushH
And Argus eyed with many a bloomI
The wild rose breathes its wild perfumeI
May apples ripening yellow leanJ
With oblong fruit a lemon greenJ
Near Indian turnips long of stemK
That bear an acorn oval gemK
As if some woodland Bacchus thereL
While braiding locks of hyacinth hairL
With ivy tod had idly tostG
His thyrsus down and so had lostG
And blood root that from scarlet wombsM
Puts forth in spring its milk white bloomsM
That then like starry footsteps shineN
Of April under beech and pineN
At which the gnarled eyes of treesM
Stare big as Fauns' at DryadesM
That bend above a fountain's sparO
As white and naked as a starO
The stagnant stream flows sleepilyP
Thick with its lily pads the beeP
All honey drunk a BassaridG
Booms past the mottled toad that hidG
In calamus plants and blue eyed grassM
Beside the water's pooling glassM
Silenus like eyes stolidlyP
The M nad glittering dragonflyP
And pennyroyal and peppermintG
Pour dry hot odours without stintG
From fields and banks of many streamsM
And in their scent one almost seemsM
To see Demeter pass her breathQ
Sweet with her triumph over deathQ
A haze of floating saffron soundG
Of shy crisp creepings o'er the groundG
The dip and stir of twig and leafR
Tempestuous gusts of spices briefR
Borne over bosks of sassafrasM
By winds that foot it on the grassM
Sharp sudden songs and whisperingsM
That hint at untold hidden thingsM
Pan and Sylvanus who of oldG
Kept sacred each wild wood and woldG
A wily light beneath the treesM
Quivers and dusks with every breezeM
A Hamadryad haply whoB
Culling her morning meal of dewB
From frail accustomed cups of flowersM
Now sees some Satyr in the bowersM
Or hears his goat hoof snapping pressM
Some brittle branch and in distressM
Shrinks back her dark dishevelled hairL
Veiling her limbs one instant thereL
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IIA
Down precipices of the dawnS
The rivers of the day are drawnS
The soundless torrents free and farO
Of gold that deluge every starO
There is a sound of brooks and wingsM
That fills the woods with carollingsM
And dashed on moss and flow'r and fernD
And leaves that quiver breathe and burnD
Rose radiance smites the solitudesM
The dew drenched hills the dripping woodsM
That twitter as with canticlesM
Of shade and light and wind that smellsM
Of flowers and buds and boisterous beesM
Delirious honey and wet treesM
Through briers that trip them one by oneT
With swinging pails that take the sunT
A troop of girls comes berriersM
Whose bare feet glitter where they passM
Through dewdrop trembling tufts of grassM
And oh their laughter and their cheersM
Wake Echo 'mid her shrubby rocksM
Who answering from her mountain mocksM
With rapid fairy horns as ifU
Each mossy vale and weedy cliffU
Had its imperial OberonV
Who seeking his Titania hidG
In coverts caverned from the sunT
In kingly wrath had called and chidG
Cloud feathers oozing orange lightG
Make rich the Indian locks of nightG
Her dusky waist with sultry goldG
Girdled and buckled fold on foldG
One star A sound of bleating flocksM
Great shadows stretched along the rocksM
Like giant curses overthrownW
By some Arthurian championT
Soft swimming sorceries of mistG
That streak blue glens with amethystG
And tinkling in the clover dellsM
The twilight sound of cattle bellsM
And where the marsh in reed and grassM
Burns angry as a shattered glassM
The flies make golden blurs that shineN
Like drops of amber scattered wineN
Spun high by reeling BacchanalsM
When Bacchus wreathes his curling hairL
With vine leaves and from every lairL
His worshippers around him callsM
They come they come a happy throngX
The berriers with gibe and songX
Their pails brimmed black to tin bright eavesM
With luscious fruit kept cool with leavesM
Of aromatic sassafrasM
'Twixt which some sparkling berry slipsM
Like laughter from the purple massM
Wine swollen as Silenus' lipsM
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IIIA
The tanned and tired noon climbs highA
Up burning reaches of the skyA
Below the drowsy belts of pinesM
The rock ledged river foams and shinesM
And over rainless hill and dellP
Is blown the harvest's sultry smellP
While in the fields one sees and hearsM
The brawny throated harvestersM
Their red brows beaded with the heatG
By twos and threes among the wheatG
Flash their hot scythes behind them pressM
The binders men and maids that singY
Like some mad troop of piping PanZ
While all the hillsides swoon and ringY
Such sounds of Ariel airinessM
As haunted freckled CalibanZ
'O ho O ho 'tis noon I sayM
The roses blowP
Away away above the hayM
To the tune o' the bees the roses swayM
The love songs that they hum all dayM
So low So lowP
The roses' Minnesingers they '-
Up velvet lawns of lilac skiesM
The tawny moon begins to riseM
Behind low blue black hills of treesM
As rises up in Siren seasM
To rock in purple deeps hip hidG
A virgin bosomed OceanidG
Gaunt shadows crouch by tree and scaurL
Like shaggy Satyrs waiting forL
The moonbeam Nymphs the Dryads whiteG
That take with loveliness the nightG
And glorify it with their loveA2
The sweet far notes I hear I hearL
Beyond dim pines and mellow waysM
The song of some fair harvesterL
The lovely Limnad of the groveB2
Whose singing charms me while it slaysM
'O deep O deep the earth and airL
Are sunk in sleepC2
Adieu to care Now everywhereL
Is rest and by the old oak thereL
The maiden with the nut brown hairL
Doth keep doth keepC2
Tryst with her lover the young and fair '-
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Like Atalanta's spheres of goldG
Within the orchard apples rolledG
From sudden hands of boughs that layM
Their leaves like palms against the dayM
And near them pears of rusty brownZ
Lay bruised and peaches pink with downZ
And furry as the ears of PanZ
Or like Diana's cheeks a tanZ
Beneath which burnt a tender fireL
Or wan as Psyche's with desireL
And down the orchard vistas youngD2
A hickory basket by him swungD2
A straw hat 'gainst the sloping sunZ
Drawn brim broad o'er his face he strodeG
As if he looked to find some oneZ
His eyes far fixed beyond the roadG
Before him like a living burrL
Rattled the noisy grasshopperL
And where the cows' melodious bellsM
Trailed music up and down the dellsM
Beside the spring that o'er the groundG
Went whimpering like a fretful houndG
He saw her waiting fair and slimC
Her pail forgotten there for himC
Yellow as sunset skies and paleP
As fairy clouds that stay or sailP
Through azure vaults of summer blueB
As summer heavens the wildflowers grewB
And blossoms on which spurts of lightG
Fell laughing like the lips one mightG
Feign for a Hebe or a girlP
Whose mouth is laughter lit with pearlP
Long ferns in murmuring masses heapedG
And mosses moist in beryl steepedG
And musk aromas of the woodG
And silence of the solitudeG
And everything that near her blewB
The spring had showered thick with dewB
Across the rambling fence she leanedG
Her fresh round arms all white and bareL
Her artless beauty bonnet screenedG
Rich coloured with its auburn hairL
A wood thrush gurgled in a vineZ
Ah 'tis his step 'tis he she hearsM
The wild rose smelt like some rare wineZ
He comes ah yes 'tis he who nearsM
And her brown eyes and all her faceM
Said welcome And with rustic graceM
He leant beside her and they hadG
Some talk with youthful laughter gladG
I know not what I know but thisM
Its final period was a kissM

Madison Julius Cawein



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