St. John's Eve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBBD A CECCCD A FGHFFD D IJIIID D KILLLD D MNMOMD D PQPPPD D RSRRRDI | A |
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Dizzily round | B |
On the elf hills white in the yellow moonlight | C |
To a sweet unholy ravishing sound | B |
Of wizard voices from underground | B |
Their mazy dance the Elle maids wound | B |
On St John's Eve | D |
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II | A |
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Beautiful white | C |
Like a wreath of mist by the starbeams kissed | E |
And frail sweet faces bloomed out on the night | C |
From floating tresses of glow worm light | C |
That puffed like foam to the left and the right | C |
On St John's Eve | D |
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III | A |
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Warily there | F |
They flashed like a rill which the moonbeams fill | G |
But I saw what a mockery all of them were | H |
With their hollow bodies when the moonlit air | F |
Rayed out through their eyes with a sudden glare | F |
On St John's Eve | D |
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IV | D |
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Solemnly sweet | I |
By the river's banks in the rushes' ranks | J |
The Necks their sorrowful songs repeat | I |
A music of winds over dipping wheat | I |
Of moss dulled cascades seemed to meet | I |
On St John's Eve | D |
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V | D |
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Drowsily swam | K |
The fire flies fleet in eddies of heat | I |
Through the willows a glimmer of gold harps came | L |
And I saw their hair like a misty flame | L |
Bunched over white brows too white to name | L |
On St John's Eve | D |
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VI | D |
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Beggarly torn | M |
A wizen chap in a red peaked cap | N |
All gray with the chaff and dust of the corn | M |
And strong with the pungent scent of the barn | O |
The Nis scowled under the flowering thorn | M |
On St John's Eve | D |
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VII | D |
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Merrily call | P |
The singing crickets in the twinkling thickets | Q |
And the Troll hill rose on pillars tall | P |
Crimson pillars that ranked a hall | P |
Where the beak nosed Trolls were holding a ball | P |
On St John's Eve | D |
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VIII | D |
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Reveling flew | R |
From beakers of gold the wassail old | S |
And she reached me a goblet brimmed bright with dew | R |
But her wily witcheries well I knew | R |
And the philtre over my shoulder threw | R |
On St John's Eve | D |
Madison Julius Cawein
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