The Wind Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FGFH IJIJ AKAK AAAA LALA AAAA AAAA FMFM ANAN AAAA AOAO IAIAThe ways of the wind are eerie | A |
And I love them all | B |
The blithe the mad and the dreary | A |
Spring Winter and Fall | B |
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When it tells to the waiting crocus | C |
Its beak to show | D |
And hangs on the wayside locust | E |
Bloom bunches of snow | D |
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When it comes like a balmy blessing | F |
From the musky wood | G |
The half grown roses caressing | F |
Till their cheeks show blood | H |
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When it roars in the Autumn season | I |
And whines with rain | J |
Or sleet like a mind without reason | I |
Or a soul in pain | J |
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When the wood ways once so spicy | A |
With bud and bloom | K |
Are desolate sear and icy | A |
As the icy tomb | K |
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When the wild owl crouched and frowsy | A |
In the rotten tree | A |
Wails dolorous cold and drowsy | A |
His shuddering melody | A |
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Then I love to sit in December | L |
Where the big hearth sings | A |
And dreaming forget and remember | L |
A host of things | A |
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And the wind I hear how it strangles | A |
And gasps and sighs | A |
On the roof's sharp shivering angles | A |
That front the skies | A |
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How it groans and romps and tumbles | A |
In attics o'erhead | A |
In the great throated chimney rumbles | A |
Then all at once falls dead | A |
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Till it comes like footsteps slipping | F |
Of a child on the stair | M |
Or a quaint old gentleman tripping | F |
With heavily powdered hair | M |
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And my soul grows anxious hearted | A |
For those once dear | N |
The long lost loves departed | A |
In the wind draw near | N |
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And I seem to see their faces | A |
Not one estranged | A |
In their old accustomed places | A |
'Round the wide hearth ranged | A |
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And the wind that waits and poises | A |
Where the shadows sway | O |
Makes their visionary voices | A |
Seem calling me far away | O |
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And I wake in tears to listen | I |
Again to the sobbing wind | A |
Far out on the lands that glisten | I |
Like the voice of one who sinned | A |
Madison Julius Cawein
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