The Vale Of Tempe - The Hylas Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I Heard the hylas in the bottomlands	A
Piping a reed note in the praise of Spring	B
The South wind brought the music on its wing	B
As 't were a hundred strands	A
Of guttural gold smitten of elfin hands	A
Or of sonorous silver struck by bands	A
Anviled within the earth	C
Of laboring gnomes shaping some gem of worth	C
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Sounds that seemed to bid	D
The wildflowers wake	E
Unclose each dewy lid	D
And starrily shake	E
Sleep from their airy eyes	A
Beneath the loam	F
And robed in d dal dyes	A
Frail as the fluttering foam	F
In countless myriads rise	A
And in my city home	F
I too who heard	G
Their reedy word	G
Awoke and with my soul went forth to roam	F
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II	H
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And under glimpses of the cloud white sky	I
My soul and I	I
Beheld her seated Spring among the woods	A
With bright attendants	A
Two radiant maidens	A
The Wind and Sun one robed in cadence	A
And one in white resplendence	A
Working wild wonders with the solitudes	A
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And thus it was	A
So it seemed to me	J
Where she sat apart	K
Fondling a bee	J
By some strange art	K
As in a glass	A
Down in her heart	K
My eyes could see	J
What would come to pass	A
How in each tree	J
Each blade of grass	A
Dead though it seemed	L
Still lived and dreamed	L
Life and perfume	M
Color and bloom	M
Housed from the North	N
Like golden mirth	C
That she with jubilation would bring forth	N
Astonishing Earth	C
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III	I
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And thus it was I knew	O
That though the trees were barren of all buds	A
And all the woods	A
Of blossoms now still still their hoods	A
And heads of blue and gold	P
And pink and pearl lay hidden in the mould	P
And in a day or two	O
When Spring's fair feet came twinkling through	O
The trees their gold and blue	O
And pearl and pink in countless bands would rise	A
Invading all these ways	A
With loveliness and to the skies	A
In radiant rapture raise	A
The fragile sweetness of a thousand eyes	A
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When every foot of soil would boast	Q
An ambuscade	Q
Of blossoms each green rood parade	Q
Its flowery host	Q
And every acre of the woods	A
With little bird like beaks of leaves and buds	A
Brag of its beauty making bankrupts of	R
Our hearts of praise and beggar us of love	R
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IV	R
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Here when the snow was flying	B
And barren boughs were sighing	B
In icy January	J
I stood like some gray tree lonely and solitary	J
Now every spine and splinter	S
Of wood washed clean of winter	S
By hill and canyon	T
Makes of itself an intimate companion	T
A confidant who whispers me the dreams	A
That haunt its heart and clothe it as with gleams	A
And lonely now no more	U
I walk the mossy floor	U
Of woodlands where each bourgeoning leaf is matched	Q
Mated with music triumphed o'er	S
Of building love and nestling song just hatched	Q
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V	J
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Washed of the early rains	A
And rosed with ruddy stains	A
The boughs and branches now make ready for	U
Their raiment green of leaves and musk and myrrh	S
As if to greet her pomp	V
The heralds of her state	Q
As 't were with many a silvery trump	W
The birds are singing singing	B
And all the world's elate	Q
As o'er the hills as 't were from Heaven's gate	Q
With garments dewy clinging	B
Comes Spring around whose way the budded woods are ringing	B
With redbird and with bluebird and with thrush	X
While overhead on happy wings is swinging	B
The swallow through the heaven's azure hush	X
And wren and sparrow vireo and crow	Y
Are busy with their nests or high or low	Y
In every tree it seems and every bush	Z
The loamy odor of the turfy heat	Q
Breathed warm from every field and wood retreat	Q
Is as if spirits passed on flowery feet	Q
That indescribable	A2
Aroma of the woods one knows so well	B2
Reminding one of sylvan presences	A
Clad on with lichen and with moss	A
That haunt and trail across	A
The woods' dim dales and dells their airy essences	A
Of racy nard and musk	C2
Rapping at gummy husk	C2
And honeyed sheath of every leaf and flower	S
That open to their knock each at the appointed hour	S
And lo	Y
Where'er they go	Y
Behold a miracle	A2
Too beautiful to tell	B2
Where late the woods were bare	D2
The red bud shakes its hair	D2
Of flowering flame the dogwood and the haw	E2
Dazzle with pearl the shaw	E2
And the broad maple crimsons sunset red	Q
Through firmaments of forest overhead	Q
And of its boughs the wild crab makes a lair	D2
A rosy cloud of blossoms for the bees	A
Bewildered there	D2
To revel in lulling itself with these	A
And in the whispering woods	A
The wildflower multitudes	A
Rise star and bell and bugle all amort	Q
To everything save their own loveliness	A
And the soft wind's caress	A
The wind that tip toes through them liverwort	Q
Spring beauty windflower and the bleedingheart	Q
And bloodroot holding low	Y
Its cups of stainless snow	Y
Sorrel and trillturn and the twin leaf too	Q
Twinkling like stars through dew	Q
And patches as it were of saffron skies	A
Ranunculus and golden eyes	A
Of adder's tongue and mines	A
It seems of grottoed gold the poppy celandines	A
And sapphire spilled	Q
Bluets and violets	A
Dark pansy violets and columbines	A
With rainy radiance filled	Q
And many more whose names my mind forgets	A
But not my heart	Q
The Nations of the Flowers making gay	F2
In every place and part	Q
With pomp and pageantry	J
Of absolute Beauty all the worlds of woods	A
In congregated multitudes	A
Assembled where	D2
Unearthly colors all the oaks put on	G2
Velvet and silk and vair	D2
Vermeil and mauve and fawn	H2
Dim and auroral as the hues of dawn	H2

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