The Night-rain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB CCCCCC DEDEDE FGFGFG HIHIHI CHCHCH JCJCJC| Tattered in ragged raiment of the rain | A |
| The Night arrives Outside the window there | B |
| He stands and streaming taps upon the pane | A |
| Or crouching down beside the cellar stair | B |
| Letting his hat brim drain | A |
| Mutters black gazing through his trickling hair | B |
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| Then on the roof with cautious feet he treads | C |
| Whispering a word into the windy flues | C |
| And all the house huddling itsflowerbeds | C |
| Looks dark of face as if it heard strange news | C |
| Hugging the musky heads | C |
| Of all its roses to its sides of ooze | C |
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| Now in the garden with a glowworm lamp | D |
| Night searches letting his black mantle pour | E |
| Treading the poppies down with heavy tramp | D |
| Thudding the apple sodden to its core | E |
| Into the dripping damp | D |
| From boughs the wet loads dragging more and more | E |
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| Then at the barn he fumbles gropes his way | F |
| Through splashing pools and seeping enters in | G |
| The stalls and creeps among the bedding hay | F |
| Burying him moistly to his clammy chin | G |
| While near him brown and gray | F |
| The dozing cattle make a drowsy din | G |
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| The martin box poled high above the gate | H |
| He pushes till the fluttering fledglings wake | I |
| Wondering what bird it is that comes so late | H |
| Then to the henhouse door he gives a shake | I |
| Or like a thief await | H |
| Leans listening softly with black heart aquake | I |
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| Then with his ragged cloak flung back he goes | C |
| With flickering lantern where the stream o'erflowed | H |
| Breathing wet scents of wayside weed and rose | C |
| And guttural music of the frog and toad | H |
| A firefly light that glows | C |
| Green in his hand to guide him on his road | H |
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| And doffing then upon the wooded hill | J |
| His hat of cloud a little while he stands | C |
| Hearkening in silence to the leaping rill | J |
| Then stooping low he lifts in azure hands | C |
| A great gold daffodil | J |
| The moon and pins it in his cloak's blown bands | C |
Madison Julius Cawein
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