Late November Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAAAAACADCAD E F AAAAAAAAGHIGJI E K AGGAAGGAALAALA M N AAAAAAAAGAOGAPDeep in her broom sedge burs and iron weeds | A |
Her frost slain asters and dead mallow moons | B |
Where gray the wilding clematis balloons | B |
The brake with puff balls where the slow stream leads | A |
Her sombre steps decked with the scarlet beads | A |
Of hip and haw through dolorous maroons | A |
And desolate golds she goes the wailing tunes | A |
Of all the winds about her like wild reeds | A |
The red wrought iron hues that flush the green | C |
Of blackberry briers and the bronze that stains | A |
The oak's sere leaves are in her cheeks the gray | D |
Of forest pools clocked thin with ice is keen | C |
In her cold eyes and in her hair the rain's | A |
Chill silver glimmers like a winter ray | D |
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II | E |
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Noon | F |
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Lost in the sleepy grays and drowsy browns | A |
Of woodlands smoky with the autumn haze | A |
Where dull the last leafed maples smouldering blaze | A |
Like ghosts of wigwam fires the Month uncrowns | A |
Her frosty hair and where the forest drowns | A |
The road in shadows in the rutted ways | A |
Filled full of freezing rain her robe she lays | A |
Of tattered gold and seats herself and frowns | A |
And at her frown each wood and bushy hill | G |
Darkens with prescience of approaching storm | H |
Her soul's familiar fiend who with wild broom | I |
Of wind and rain works her resistless will | G |
Sweeping the world and driving with mad arm | J |
The clouds like leaves through the tumultuous gloom | I |
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III | E |
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Evening | K |
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The shivering wind sits in the oaks whose limbs | A |
Twisted and tortured nevermore are still | G |
Grief and decay sit with it they whose chill | G |
Autumnal touch makes hectic red the rims | A |
Of all the oak leaves desolating dims | A |
The ageratum's blue that banks the rill | G |
And splits the milkweed's pod upon the hill | G |
And shakes it free of the last seed that swims | A |
Down goes the day despondent to its close | A |
And now the sunset's hands of copper build | L |
A tower of brass behind whose burning bars | A |
The day in fierce barbarian repose | A |
Like some imprisoned Inca sits hate filled | L |
Crowned with the gold corymbus of the stars | A |
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IV | M |
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Night | N |
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There is a booming in the forest boughs | A |
Tremendous feet seem trampling through the trees | A |
The storm is at his wildman revelries | A |
And earth and heaven echo his carouse | A |
Night reels with tumult And from out her house | A |
Of cloud the moon looks like a face one sees | A |
In nightmare hurrying with pale eyes that freeze | A |
Stooping above with white malignant brows | A |
The isolated oak upon the hill | G |
That seemed at sunset in terrific lands | A |
A Titan head black in a sea of blood | O |
Now seems a monster harp whose wild strings thrill | G |
To the vast fingering of innumerable hands | A |
The Spirits of Tempest and of Solitude | P |
Madison Julius Cawein
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