Smith, Of The Third Oregon, Dies Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDDEAFFGGHAIHHJJI KLMMAMNNOPPAQA

Autumn in Oregon is wet as SpringA
And green with little singings in the grassB
And pheasants flyingA
Gold green and redC
Great narrow lovely thingsD
As if an orchid had snatched wingsD
There are strange birds like blots against a skyE
Where a sun is dyingA
Beyond the river where the hills are blurredF
A cloud like the one wordF
Of the too silent sky stirs and there standG
Black trees on either handG
Autumn in Oregon is wet and newH
As SpringA
And puts a fever like Spring's in the cheekI
That once has touched her dewH
And it puts longing tooH
In eyes that once have seenJ
Her season flouting greenJ
And ears that listened to her strange birds speakI
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Autumn in Oregon I'll never seeK
Those hills again a blur of blue and rainL
Across the old Willamette I'll not stirM
A pheasant as I walk and hear it whirrM
Above my head an indolent trusting thingA
When all this silly dream is finished hereM
The fellows will go home to where there fallN
Rose petals over every street and allN
The year is like a friendly festivalO
But I shall never watch those hedges dripP
Color not see the tall spar of a shipP
In our old harbor They say that I am dyingA
Perhaps that's why it all comes back againQ
Autumn in Oregon and pheasants flyingA

Mary Carolyn Davies



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