Foreword To Weeds By The Wall Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFEGHIHJEKELEMENOPO QEQEREQESETE CBABUVWVXYZYEA2B2A2U SRSPBC2B| In the first rare spring of song | A |
| In my heart's young hours | B |
| In my youth 't was thus I sang | C |
| Choosing 'mid the flowers | B |
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| Fair the Dandelion is | D |
| But for me too lowly | E |
| And the winsome Violet | F |
| Is forsooth too holy | E |
| 'But the Touchmenot ' Go to | G |
| What a face that's speckled | H |
| Like a common milking maid's | I |
| Whom the sun hath freckled | H |
| Then the Wild Rose is a flirt | J |
| And the trillium Lily | E |
| In her spotless gown 's a prude | K |
| Sanctified and silly | E |
| By her cap the Columbine | L |
| To my mind 's too merry | E |
| Gossips I would sooner wed | M |
| Some plebeian Berry | E |
| And the shy Anemone | N |
| Well her face shows sorrow | O |
| Pale goodsooth alive to day | P |
| Dead and gone to morrow | O |
| Then that bold eyed buxom wench | Q |
| Big and blond and lazy | E |
| She's been chosen overmuch | Q |
| Sirs I mean the Daisy | E |
| Pleasant persons are they all | R |
| And their virtues many | E |
| Faith I know but good of each | Q |
| And naught ill of any | E |
| But I choose a May apple | S |
| She shall be my Lady | E |
| Blooming hidden and refined | T |
| Sweet in places shady | E |
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| In my youth 'twas thus I sang | C |
| In my heart's young hours | B |
| In the first rare spring of song | A |
| Choosing 'mid the flowers | B |
| So I hesitated when | U |
| Time alone was reckoned | V |
| By the hours that Fancy smiled | W |
| Love and Beauty beckoned | V |
| Hard it was for me to choose | X |
| From the flowers that flattered | Y |
| And the blossom that I chose | Z |
| Soon lay dead and scattered | Y |
| Hard I found it then ah me | E |
| Hard I found the choosing | A2 |
| Harder harder since I've found | B2 |
| Ah too hard the losing | A2 |
| Haply had I chosen then | U |
| From the weeds that tangle | S |
| Wayside woodland and the wall | R |
| Of my garden's angle | S |
| I had chosen better yea | P |
| For these later hours | B |
| Longer last the weeds and oft | C2 |
| Sweeter are than flowers | B |
Madison Julius Cawein
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