The Old Home Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGHG IJIJ KLKL MBMB NONO PQPQ RSTS UVUV WXWX YIYI AIAI ZA2ZB2 IC2IC2 D2ID2I E2F2E2F2They've torn the old house down that stood | A |
Like some kind mother in this place | B |
Hugged by its orchard and its wood | A |
Two sturdy children strong of race | B |
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This formal place makes no appeal | C |
I miss the old time happiness | D |
And peace which often here did heal | C |
The cares of life the heart's distress | E |
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The shrubs which snowed their blossoms on | F |
The walks wide stretching from the doors | G |
Like friendly arms are dead and gone | H |
And over all a grand house soars | G |
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Within its front no welcome lies | I |
But pride's aloofness wealth that stares | J |
From windows cold as haughty eyes | I |
The arrogance of new made heirs | J |
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Its very flowers breathe of cast | K |
And even the Springtide seems estranged | L |
In that stiff garden caught held fast | K |
All her wild beauty clipped and changed | L |
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'T is not the Spring that once I knew | M |
Who made a glory of her face | B |
And robed in shimmering light and dew | M |
Moved to wild music in this place | B |
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How fair she walked here with her Hours | N |
Pouring forth colors and perfumes | O |
And with her bosom heaped with flowers | N |
Climbed by the rose vines to its rooms | O |
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Or round the old porch 'mid the trees | P |
Fluttered a flute of bluebird song | Q |
Or murmuring with a myriad bees | P |
Drowsed in the garden all day long | Q |
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How Summer with her apron full | R |
Of manna shook the red peach down | S |
Or stretched among the shadows cool | T |
Wove for her hair a daisy crown | S |
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Or with her crickets night and day | U |
Gossiped of many a faery thing | V |
Her sweet breath warm with scents of hay | U |
And honey purple blossoming | V |
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How Autumn trailing tattered gold | W |
And scarlet in the orchard mused | X |
And of the old trees taking hold | W |
Upon the sward their ripeness bruised | X |
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Or past its sunset window panes | Y |
Like thoughts that drift before old eyes | I |
Whirled red leaves and the ragged rains | Y |
And crows black blown about the skies | I |
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How Winter huddled in her hood | A |
Of snow and sleet crouched by its flues | I |
Or rushing from the stormy wood | A |
Rapped at its doors with windy news | I |
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Or in the firelight through the pane | Z |
Watched Comfort crown with cheer the hearth | A2 |
Or Love lead in his Yuletide train | Z |
Of hospitality and mirth | B2 |
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It lived The house was part of us | I |
It was not merely wood and stone | C2 |
But had a soul a heart that thus | I |
Grappled and made us all its own | C2 |
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The lives that with its life were knit | D2 |
In some strange way beyond the sense | I |
Had gradually given to it | D2 |
A look of old experience | I |
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A look which I shall not forget | E2 |
No matter where my ways may roam | F2 |
I close my eyes I see it yet | E2 |
The old house that was once my home | F2 |
Madison Julius Cawein
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