In Solitary Places Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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That tore the ash and bowed the pine and larch | A |
Are past and done with winds that trampled through | B |
The forests with enormous scythe like sweep | C |
And from the darkening deep | C |
The battlements of heaven thunder blue | B |
Rumbled the arch | A |
The rocking arch of all the booming oaks | D |
With stormy chariot spokes | D |
Chariots from which wild bugle blasts they blew | B |
Their warrior challenge Now the wind flower sweet | E |
Misses the fury of their ruining feet | E |
The trumpet thunder of resistless flight | F |
Crashing and vast obliterating light | F |
Sweeping the skeleton cohorts down | G |
Of last year's leaves and overhead | H |
Hurrying the giant foliage of night | F |
Gaunt clouds that streamed with tempest Now each crown | G |
Of woods that stooped to clamor of their tread | H |
The frenzy of their passage stoops no more | I |
Hearing no more their clarion command | J |
Their chariot hurl and the wild whip in hand | J |
No more no more | I |
The forests rock and roar | I |
And tumult with their shoutings Hushed and still | K |
Is the green gleaming and the sunlit hill | K |
Along whose sides | L |
Flushing the dewy moss and rainy grass | M |
Beneath the topaz tinted sassafras | M |
As aromatic as some orient wine | N |
The violet fire of the bluet glides | L |
The amaranthine flame | O |
Glints of the bluebell and the celandine | N |
Line upon lovely line | N |
Deliberate goldens into birth | P |
And ruby and rose the moccasin flower hides | L |
Innumerable blooms with which she writes her name | O |
April upon the page | Q |
The winter withered parchment of old Earth | P |
Her fragrant autograph that gives it worth | P |
And loveliness that takes away its age | Q |
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II | R |
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Here where the woods are wet | S |
The blossoms of the dog's tooth violet | T |
Seem meteors in a miniature firmament | T |
Of wildflowers where with rainy sound and scent | T |
Of breeze and blossom soft the April went | T |
Their tongue like leaves of umber mottled green | U |
So thickly seen | U |
Seem dropping words of gold | T |
The visible syllables of a magic old | T |
Beside them near the wahoo bush and haw | V |
Blooms the hepatica | W |
Its slender flowers upon swaying stems | X |
Lifting pale solitary blooms | Y |
Starry and twilight colored like frail gems | X |
That star the diadems | X |
Of sylvan spirits piercing pale the glooms | X |
Or like the wands the torches of the fays | X |
That light lone woodland ways | X |
With slim uncertain rays | X |
The faery people whom no eye may see | X |
Busy so legend says | X |
With budding bough and leafing tree | X |
The blossom's heart o' honey and honey sack o' the bee | X |
And all dim thoughts and dreams | X |
That take the form of flowers as it seems | X |
And haunt the banks of greenwood streams | X |
Showing in every line and curve | Z |
Commensurate with our love and intimacy | X |
A smiling confidence or sweet reserve | Z |
There at that leafy turn | A2 |
Of trailered rocks rise fronds of hart's tongue fern | A2 |
Fronds that my fancy names | X |
Uncoiling flames | X |
Of feathering emerald and gold | T |
That kindled in the musky mould | T |
Now stealthily as the morn unfold | T |
Their cool green fires that burn | A2 |
Uneagerly and spread around | T |
An elfin light above the ground | T |
Like that green glow | B2 |
A spirit lamped with crystal makes below | B2 |
In dripping caves of labyrinthine moss | X |
And in the underwoods around them toss | X |
The white hearts with their penciled leaves | X |
That 'mid the shifting gleams and glooms | X |
The interchanging shine and shade | T |
Seem some vague garment made | T |
By unseen hands that weave that none perceives | X |
Pale hands that work invisible looms | X |
Now dropping shreds of light | T |
Now shadow shreds that interbraid | T |
And form faint colors mixed with frail perfumes | X |
Or are they fragments left in flight | T |
These flowers that scatter every glade | T |
With windy beckoning white | T |
And breezy blowing blue | B |
Of her wild gown that shone upon my sight | T |
A moment in the woods I wandered through | B |
April's whom still I follow | B2 |
Whom still my dreams pursue | B |
Who leads me on by many a tangled clue | B |
Of loveliness until in some green hollow | B2 |
Born of her fragrance and her melody | T |
But lovelier than herself and happier too | B |
Cradled in blossoms of the dogwood tree | T |
My soul shall see | T |
White as a sunbeam in the heart of day | T |
The infant May | T |
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III | R |
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Up up my Heart and forth where none perceives | X |
'T was this that that sweet lay meant | T |
You heard in dreams | X |
Come let us take rich payment | T |
For every care that grieves | X |
From Nature's prodigal purse 'T was this that May meant | T |
By sending forth that wind which 'round our eaves | X |
Whispered all night Or was 't the Spirit who weaves | X |
From gold and glaucous green of early leaves | X |
Spring's radiant raiment | T |
Up up my Heart and forth where none perceives | X |
Come let us forth my Heart where none divines | X |
Into far woodland places | X |
Where we may meet the fair assembled races | X |
Beneath the guardian pines | X |
Of God's first flowers poppy celandines | X |
And wake robins and bugled columbines | X |
With which her hair her heavenly hair she twines | X |
And loops and laces | X |
Come let us forth my Heart where none divines | X |
Forth forth my Heart and let us find our dreams | X |
There where they haunt each hollow | B2 |
Dreams luring us with Oread feet to follow | B2 |
With flying feet of beams | X |
Fleeter and lighter than the soaring swallow | B2 |
Dreams holding us with Dryad glooms and gleams | X |
With Naiad looks far stiller than still streams | X |
That have beheld and still reflect it seems | X |
The God Apollo | B2 |
Forth forth my Heart and let us find our dreams | X |
Out out my Heart the world is white with spring | W |
Long have our dreams been pleaders | X |
Now let them be our firm but gentle leaders | X |
Come let us forth and sing | W |
Among the amber emerald tufted cedars | X |
And balm o' Gileads cottonwoods a swing | W |
Like giant censers that from leaf cusps fling | W |
Balsams of gummy gold bewildering | W |
The winds their feeders | X |
Out out my Heart the world is white with spring | W |
Up up my Heart and all thy hope put on | C2 |
Array thyself in splendor | D2 |
Like some bright dragonfly some May fly slender | D2 |
The irised lamels don | C2 |
Of thy new armor and where burns the centre | D2 |
Refulgent of the widening rose of dawn | E2 |
Spread thy wild wings and ere the hour be gone | E2 |
Bright as a blast from some bold clarion | F2 |
Thy Dream world enter | D2 |
Up up my heart and all thy hope put on | C2 |
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IV | Z |
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And then I heard it singing | W |
The wind that kissed my hair | G2 |
A song of wild expression | F2 |
A song that called in session | F2 |
The wildflowers there up springing | W |
The wildflowers lightly flinging | W |
Their tresses to the air | G2 |
And first the bloodroot blooms of March | A |
In troops arose each with its torch | H2 |
Of hollow snow within which bright | T |
The calyx grottoed golden light | T |
Hepatica and bluet | T |
And gold corydalis | X |
Rose swaying to the aria | I2 |
While phlox and dim dentaria | I2 |
In rapture ere they knew it | T |
Oped nodding lightly to it | T |
Faint as a first star is | X |
And then a music to the ear | I2 |
Inaudible I seemed to hear | I2 |
A symphony that seemed to rise | X |
And speak in colors to the eyes | X |
I saw the Jacob's Ladder | I2 |
Ring violet peal on peal | J2 |
Of perfume azure swinging | W |
The bluebell slimly ringing | W |
Its purple chimes and gladder | I2 |
Green note on note the madder | I2 |
Bells of the Solomon's seal | J2 |
Now far away now near now lost | T |
I saw their fragrant music tossed | T |
Mixed dimly with white interludes | X |
Of trilliums starring cool the woods | X |
Then choral solitary | I2 |
I saw the celandine | N |
Smite bright its golden cymbals | X |
The starwort shake its timbrels | X |
The whiteheart's horns of Faery | I2 |
With many a flourish airy | I2 |
Strike silvery into line | N |
And straight my soul they seemed to draw | I2 |
By chords of loveliness and awe | K2 |
Into a Faery World afar | I2 |
Where all man's dreams and longings are | I2 |
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V | I2 |
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Then the face of a spirit looked down at me | I2 |
Out of the deeps of the opal morn | L2 |
Its eyes were blue as a sunlit sea | I2 |
And young with the joy of a star that has just been born | L2 |
And I seemed to hear with my soul the rose of its cool mouth say | X |
'Long I lay long I lay | X |
Low on the Hills of the Break of Day | X |
Where ever the light is green and gray | X |
And the gleam of the moon is a silvery spray | X |
And the stars are glimmering bubbles | X |
Now from the Hills of the Break of Day | X |
I come I come on a rainbow ray | X |
To laugh and sparkle to leap and play | X |
And blow from the face of the world away | X |
Like mists its cares and troubles ' | - |
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VI | Z |
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And now that the dawn is everywhere | I2 |
Let us take this road through this wild green place | X |
Where the rattlesnake weed shows its yellow face | X |
And the lichens cover the rocks with lace | X |
Where tannin touched is the wild free air | I2 |
Let us take this path through the oaks where thin | M2 |
The low leaves whisper 'The day is fair ' | - |
And waters murmur 'Come in come in | M2 |
Where the wind of our foam can play with your hair | I2 |
And blow away care ' | - |
Berry blossoms that seem to flow | B2 |
As the winds blow | B2 |
Blackberry blossoms swing and sway | X |
To and fro | B2 |
Along our way | X |
Like ocean spray on a breezy day | X |
Over the green of the grass as foam on the green of a bay | X |
When the world is white and green with the white and the green of May | X |
And here the bluets blooming | W |
Make little eyes at you | B |
O'er which the bees go booming | W |
Drunk with the honey dew | B |
O slender Quaker ladies | X |
O star bright Quaker ladies | X |
With eyes of heavenly blue | B |
With eyes of azure hue | B |
Who where the mossy shade is | X |
Hold quiet Quaker meeting | W |
Are these your serenaders | X |
Your gold hipped serenaders | X |
Who humming love songs true | B |
And to your eyes repeating | W |
Soft ballads stop to woo | B |
Then change to ambuscaders | X |
To gold galloon d raiders | X |
And rob the hearts of you | B |
The golden hearts of you | B |
And here the bells of the huckleberries toss so it seems in time | N2 |
Delicate tenderly white clumped by the wildwood way | X |
Swinging it seems inaudible peals of a dew clustered rhyme | N2 |
Visible music dropped from the virginal lips of the May | X |
Crystally dropped so it seems blossoming bar upon bar | I2 |
Pendent pensively pale star upon hollowed star | I2 |
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VII | Z |
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The dewberries are blooming now | O2 |
The days are long the nights are short | T |
Each dogwood and each black haw bough | O2 |
Is bleached with bloom and seems a part | T |
Reflected palely on her brow | O2 |
Of dreams that haunt the Year's young heart | T |
But this will pass and instantly | I2 |
The world forget the spring that was | X |
And underneath the wild plum tree | I2 |
'Mid hornet hum and wild bee's buzz | X |
Summer in dreamy reverie | I2 |
Will sit all warm and amorous | X |
Summer with drowsy eyes and hair | I2 |
Who walks the orchard aisles between | U |
Whose hot touch tans the freckled pear | I2 |
And crimsons peach and nectarine | U |
And in the vineyard everywhere | I2 |
Bubbles with blue the grape's ripe green | U |
Where now the briers blossoming are | I2 |
Soon will the berries darkly glow | B2 |
Then summer pass and star on star | I2 |
Where now the grass is strewn below | B2 |
With blossoms soon both near and far | I2 |
Will lie th' obliterating snow | B2 |
The star flower now that discs with gold | T |
The woodland moss the forest grass | X |
Already in a day is old | T |
Already doth its beauty pass | X |
Soon undistinguished with the mould | T |
'T will mingle and will mix alas | X |
The bluet too that spreads its skies | X |
Diminutive heavens at our feet | T |
And crowfoot bloom that with orbed eyes | X |
Of amber now our eyes doth greet | T |
Shall fade and pass and none surmise | X |
How once they made the Maytime sweet | T |
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VIII | Z |
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But still the crowfoot trails its gold | T |
Along the edges of the oak wood old | T |
And still where spreads the water white are seen | U |
The lilies islanded between | U |
The pads 'round archipelagoes of green | U |
The jade dark pads that pave | Z |
The water's wrinkled wave | Z |
In which the warbler and the sparrow lave | Z |
Their fluttered breasts and wings | X |
Preening their backs with many twitterings | X |
With necks the moisture streaks | X |
Then dipping deep their beaks | X |
To which some bead of liquid coolness clings | X |
As bending back their mellow throats | X |
They let the freshness trickle into notes | X |
And now you hear | I2 |
The red capped woodpecker rap close and clear | I2 |
And now that acrobat | T |
The yellow breasted chat | T |
Chuckles his grotesque music from | P2 |
Some tree that he hath clomb | P2 |
And now and now | U |
Upon a locust bough | U |
Hark how the honey throated thrush | Q2 |
Scatters the forest's emerald hush | Q2 |
With notes of golden harmony | U |
Taking the woods with witchery | I2 |
Or is 't some spirit none may see | U |
Hid in the top of yonder tree | U |
Who in his house of leaves of haunted green | U |
Keeps trying silver sweet his sunbeam flute serene | U |
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IX | U |
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Again the spirit looked down at me | U |
Out of the sunset's ruin of gold | T |
Its eyes were dark as a moonless sea | U |
And grave with the grief of a star that with sorrow is old | T |
And I seemed to hear with my soul the flame of its sad mouth sigh | Z |
'Now good by now good by | Z |
Down to the Caves of the Night go I | Z |
Where a shadowy couch of the purple sky | Z |
That the moon and the starlight curtain high | Z |
Is spread for my joy and sorrow | I2 |
Down to the Caves of the Night go I | Z |
Where side by side in mystery | U |
With all the Yesterdays I'll lie | Z |
And where from my body before I die | Z |
Will be born the young To morrow ' | - |
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X | U |
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And now that the dusk draws down you see | U |
Tipped by the weight of a passing bee | U |
The milkwort's spike of blue | B |
Of lavender hue | B |
Nod like a goblin night cap slim sedate | T |
That night shall tassel with the dew | B |
Beneath its canopy of flowering rue | B |
And now as twilight's purple state | T |
Deepens the oaks' dark vistas through | B |
The owlet's cry of'Who oh who | B |
Who walks so late ' | - |
Drifts like a challenge down to you | B |
Or there on the twig of the oak tree tall | R2 |
The gray green egg in the gray green gall | R2 |
You too might hear if you too would try | Z |
Might hear it open all tinily | R2 |
Split and the little round worm and white | T |
That grows to a gnat in a summer night | T |
Uncurl in its nest as it dreams of flight | T |
In the heart of the weed that grows near by | Z |
The little gray worm that becomes a fly | Z |
A green wood fly a rainbowed fly | Z |
You too might hear if you too would try | Z |
As a leaf bud pushes from forth a tree | U |
Minute of movement steadily | U |
As it feels a yearning for wings begin | U |
Under the milk of its larval skin | U |
The silent pressure of wings within | U |
The west grows ashen the woods grow berylwan | U |
The redbird lifts its plaintive vesper song | W |
Where faint a fox or rabbit steals along | W |
And in some vine roofed hollow far withdrawn | U |
The creek frog sounds his deeply guttural gong | W |
As dusk comes on | U |
The water's gnarl d dwarf or gnome | P2 |
Seated upon his temple's oozy dome | P2 |
Calling the faithful unto prayer | I2 |
Muezzin like the worshippers of the moon | U |
The insect folk of earth and air | I2 |
That join him in his twilight tune | U |
Along the path where the lizard hides | U |
An instant shadow the spider glides | U |
The hairy spider that haunts the way | X |
Crouching black by its earth bored hole | R2 |
An insect ogre that lairs with the mole | R2 |
Hungry seeking its insect prey | X |
Fast to follow and swift to slay | X |
And over your hands and over your face | U |
The cobweb brushes its phantom lace | U |
And now from many a stealthy place | U |
Woolly winged and gossamer gray | X |
The woodland moths come fluttering | W |
Marked and mottled with lichen hues | U |
Seal soft umbers and downy blues | U |
Dark as the bark to which they cling | W |
Now in the hollow of a hill | R2 |
Like a glow worm held in a giant hand | T |
Under the sunset's last red band | T |
And one star hued like a daffodil | R2 |
The windowed lamp of a cabin glows | U |
The charcoal burner's whose hut is poor | I2 |
But ever open beside whose door | I2 |
An oak grows gnarled and a pine stands slim | P2 |
Clean of heart and of feature grim | P2 |
Here he houses where no one knows | U |
His only neighbors the cawing crows | U |
That make a roost of the pine's top limb | P2 |
His only friend the fiddle he bows | U |
As he sits at his door in the eve's repose | U |
Making it chuckle and sing and speak | W |
Lovingly pressed to his swarthy cheek | W |
And over many a root through ferns and weeds | U |
Past lonely places where the raccoon breeds | U |
By many a rock and water lying dim | P2 |
Roofed with the brier and the bramble rose | U |
Under a star and the new moon's rim | P2 |
Downward the wood way leads to him | P2 |
Down where the lone lamp gleams and glows | U |
A pencil slim | P2 |
Of marigold light'under leaf and limb | P2 |
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XI | U |
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Ere that small sisterhood of misty stars | U |
The Pleiades consents to grace the sky | Z |
While yet through sunset's tiger tawny bars | U |
The evening star shines downward like an eye | Z |
A torch Enchantment in her topaz tower | I2 |
Of twilight kindles at the Day's last hour | I2 |
Listen and you may hear now low now high | Z |
A voice a spirit dreamier than a flower | I2 |
There is a fellowship so still and sweet | T |
A brotherhood that speaks unwordable | R2 |
In every tree in every flower you meet | T |
The soul is fain to sit beneath its spell | R2 |
And heart admitted to their presence there | I2 |
Those intimacies of the earth and air | I2 |
It shall hear words too wonderful to tell | R2 |
Too deep to interpret of unspoken prayer | I2 |
And you may see the things no eyes have seen | U |
And hear the things no ears have ever heard | T |
The Murmur of the Woods in gray and green | U |
Will lean to you its soul a whispered word | T |
Or by your side in hushed and solemn wise | U |
The Silence sit and clothed in glimmering dyes | U |
Of pearl and purple herding bee and bird | T |
The Dusk steal by you with her shadowy eyes | U |
Then through the Ugliness that toils in night | T |
Uncouth obscure that hates the glare of day | X |
The things that pierce the earth and know no light | T |
And hide themselves in clamminess and clay | X |
The dumb ungainly things that make a home | P2 |
Of mud and mire they hill and honeycomb | P2 |
Through these perhaps in some mysterious way | X |
Beauty may speak fairer than wind blown foam | P2 |
Not as it speaks an eagle message drawn | U |
From starry vastness of night's labyrinths | U |
Not uttering itself from out the dawn | U |
In egret hues nor from the cloud built plinths | U |
Of sunset's splendor speaking burningly | X |
Unto the spirit nor all flowery | U |
From cygnet colored cymes of hyacinths | U |
But from the things that type humility | U |
From things despised even from the crawfish there | I2 |
Hollowing its house of ooze a wet vague sound | T |
Of sleepy slime or from the mole whose lair | I2 |
Blind tunnelled corridores the earth around | T |
Beauty may draw her truths as draws its wings | U |
The butterfly from the dull worm that clings | U |
Cocoon and chrysalis and from the ground | T |
Address the soul through even senseless things | U |
For oft my soul hath heard the trees' huge roots | U |
Fumble the darkness clutching at the soil | X |
Hath heard the green beaks of th' imprisoned shoots | U |
Peck at the boughs from which the leaves uncoil | X |
Hath heard the buried germ soft split its pod | T |
Groping its blind way up to light and God | T |
The mushroom laboring with gnome like toil | X |
Heave slow its white orb through the encircling sod | T |
The winds and waters stars and streams and flowers | U |
The earth and rocks each moss tuft and each fern | U |
The very lichens speak This world of ours | U |
Is eloquent with things that bid us learn | U |
To pierce appearances and so to mark | W |
Within the stone and underneath the bark | W |
Heard through some inward sense the dreams that turn | U |
Outward to light and beauty from the dark | W |
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XII | U |
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I stood alone in a mountain place | U |
And it came to pass as I gazed on space | U |
That I met with Mystery face to face | U |
Within her eyes my wondering soul beheld | T |
The eons past the eons yet to come | P2 |
At cosmic labor and the stars that swelled | T |
Fiery or nebulous from the darkness dumb | P2 |
In each appointed place and period | T |
I saw were words whose hieroglyphic sum | P2 |
Blazoned one word the mystic name of God | T |
I walked alone 'mid the forest's maze | U |
And it came to pass as I went my ways | U |
That I met with Beauty face to face | U |
Within her eyes my worshipping spirit saw | U |
The moments busy with the dreams whence spring | W |
Earth's loveliness and all fair things that awe | K2 |
Man's soul with their perfection everything | W |
That buds and bourgeons blossoming above | Z |
I saw were letters of enduring Law | U |
That bloomed one word the beautiful name of Love | Z |
Madison Julius Cawein
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