September Melodies Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDECD EFGEFG BHIJHK HEICEK A LHLH MHMH EEEE NHNH EBEB L| I | A |
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| The summer is over | B |
| 'Tis windy and chilly | C |
| The flowers are dead in the dale | D |
| All beauty has faded | E |
| The rose and the lily | C |
| In death sleep lie withered and pale | D |
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| Now hurries the stormwind | E |
| A mournful procession | F |
| Of leaves and dead flowers along | G |
| Now murmurs the forest | E |
| Its dying confession | F |
| And hushed is the holiest song | G |
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| Their prayers of departure | B |
| The wild birds are singing | H |
| They fly to the wide stormy main | I |
| Oh tell me ye loved ones | J |
| Whereto are ye winging | H |
| Oh answer when come ye again | K |
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| Oh hark to the wailing | H |
| For joys that have vanished | E |
| The answer is heavy with pain | I |
| Alas We know only | C |
| That hence we are banished | E |
| But God knows of coming again | K |
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| II | A |
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| The Tkiyes man has blown his horn | L |
| And swift the days' declining | H |
| The leaves drop off in fields forlorn | L |
| Are tender grasses pining | H |
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| The earth will soon be cold and bare | M |
| Her robe of glory falling | H |
| Already to the mourner's prayer | M |
| The last wild bird is calling | H |
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| He sings so sweetly and so sad | E |
| A song of friends who parted | E |
| That even if it find you glad | E |
| It leaves you broken hearted | E |
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| The copses shudder in the breeze | N |
| Some dream known terror fearing | H |
| Awake O great and little trees | N |
| The Judgment day is nearing | H |
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| O men O trees in copses cold | E |
| Beware the rising weather | B |
| Or late or soon both young and old | E |
| Shall strew the ground together | B |
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| Tkiye first blast of the Ram's horn | L |
Morris Rosenfeld
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