The Hills Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDBBEEFFGGBBHIBB JKLLMNBBBBOPQNRRSSTB

There is no joy of earth that thrillsA
My bosom like the far off hillsA
Th' unchanging hills that shadowyB
Beckon our mutabilityB
To follow and to gaze uponC
Foundations of the dusk and dawnD
Meseems the very heavens are massedB
Upon their shoulders vague and vastB
With all the skyey burden ofE
The winds and clouds and stars aboveE
Lo how they sit before us seeingF
The laws that give all Beauty beingF
Behold to them when dawn is nearG
The nomads of the air appearG
Unfolding crimson camps of dayB
In brilliant bands then march awayB
And under burning battlementsH
Of twilight plant their tinted tentsI
The truth of olden myths that broodB
By haunted stream and haunted woodB
They see and feel the happinessJ
Of old at which we only guessK
The dreams the ancients loved and knewL
Still as their rocks and trees are trueL
Not otherwise than presencesM
The tempest and the calm to theseN
One shouting on them all the nightB
Black limbed and veined with lambent lightB
The other with the ministryB
Of all soft things that companyB
With music an embodied formO
Giving to solitude the charmP
Of leaves and waters and the peaceQ
Of bird begotten melodiesN
And who at night cloth still conferR
With the mild moon that telleth herR
Pale tale of lonely love untilS
Wan images of passion fillS
The heights with shapes that glimmer byT
Clad on with sleep and memoryB

Madison Julius Cawein



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