To The Leaf-cricket Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABB CCDDEE F DDGGGG DDBBHH F DDAABB IIJJKK L MMAANN AAAANNSmall twilight singer | A |
Of dew and mist thou ghost gray gossamer winger | A |
Of dusk's dim glimmer | A |
How cool thy note sounds how thy wings of shimmer | A |
Vibrate soft sighing | B |
Meseems for Summer that is dead or dying | B |
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I stand and listen | C |
And at thy song the garden beds that glisten | C |
With rose and lily | D |
Seem touched with sadness and the tuberose chilly | D |
Breathing around its cold and colorless breath | E |
Fills the pale evening with wan hints of death | E |
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II | F |
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I see thee quaintly | D |
Beneath the leaf thy shell shaped winglets faintly | D |
As thin as spangle | G |
Of cobwebbed rain held up at airy angle | G |
I hear thy tinkle | G |
Thy fairy notes the silvery stillness sprinkle | G |
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Investing wholly | D |
The moonlight with divinest melancholy | D |
Until in seeming | B |
I see the Spirit of the Summer dreaming | B |
Amid her ripened orchards apple strewn | H |
Her great grave eyes fixed on the harvest moon | H |
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III | F |
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As dew drops beady | D |
As mist minute thy notes ring low and reedy | D |
The vaguest vapor | A |
Of melody now near now like some taper | A |
Of sound far fading | B |
Thou will o' wisp of music aye evading | B |
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Among the bowers | I |
The fog washed stalks of Autumn's weeds and flowers | I |
By hill and hollow | J |
I hear thy murmur and in vain I follow | J |
Thou jack o' lantern voice thou elfin cry | K |
Thou dirge that tellest Beauty she must die | K |
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IV | L |
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And when the frantic | M |
Wild winds of Autumn with the dead leaves antic | M |
And walnuts scatter | A |
The mire of lanes and dropping acorns patter | A |
In grove and forest | N |
Like some frail grief with the rude blast thou warrest | N |
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Sending thy slender | A |
Far cry against the gale that rough untender | A |
Untouched of sorrow | A |
Sweeps thee aside where haply I to morrow | A |
Shall find thee lying tiny cold and crushed | N |
Thy weak wings folded and thy music hushed | N |
Madison Julius Cawein
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