Forest And Field Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDEFGGHHIIJJKKL LGGMMNNMMOOPPGGMMPPG GMMQQGGRRMMMMGGMMBBM MMMLL ASSOOMMDDMMMMMMTTMMM MMMUUVGTGGGGGMMWTGGM MMMNNMLLMXXMMMMMM AAAMMPPMMGGMYZYMZMPM MMP MMMMGGLLGGA2LMLB2MLC 2LLLC2 B2GGMMZZZZLLD2D2ZGZG LLMMGGCCPPBBGGPPGGGG BBGLGLZMZMMMGGMMI | 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 |
Madison Julius Cawein
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