The Jewish May Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDDEE FGFGEEEE EHEHIIJKIKKK FFFKDKD ELELLMEFFEEE MNMNEMEM LFLFIFIF HOHOEPEP ELELLFLF HHIIEEFF ILILEEEEIIIE HEHELFLFEQEQEOEOINIR

May has come from out the showersA
Sun and splendor in her trainB
All the grasses and the flowersA
Waken up to life againC
Once again the leaves do showD
And the meadow blossoms blowD
Once again through hills and dalesE
Rise the songs of nightingalesE
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Wheresoe'er on field or hillsideF
With her paint brush Spring is seenG
In the valley by the rillsideF
All the earth is decked with greenG
Once again the sun beguilesE
Moves the drowsy world to smilesE
See the sun with mother kissE
Wakes her child to joy and blissE
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Now each human feeling pressesE
Flow'r like upward to the sunH
Softly through the heart's recessesE
Steal sweet fancies one by oneH
Golden dreams their wings outshakingI
Now are makingI
Realms celestialJ
All of azureK
New life wakingI
Bringing treasureK
Out of measureK
For the soul's delight and pleasureK
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Who then tell me old and sadF
Nears us with a heavy treadF
On the sward in verdure cladF
Lonely is the strange newcomerK
Wearily he walks and slowD
His sweet springtime and his summerK
Faded long and long agoD
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Say who is it yonder walksE
Past the hedgerows decked anewL
While a fearful spectre stalksE
By his side the woodland throughL
'Tis our ancient friend the JewL
No sweet fancies hover round himM
Naught but terror and distressE
Wounds unhealedF
Where lie revealedF
Ghosts of former recollectionsE
Corpses corpses old affectionsE
Buried youth and happinessE
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Brier and blossom bow to meet himM
In derision round his pathN
Gloomily the hemlocks greet himM
And the crow screams out in wrathN
Strange the birds and strange the flowersE
Strange the sunshine seems and dimM
Folk on earth and heav'nly powersE
Lo the May is strange to himM
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Little flowers it were meeterL
If ye made not quite so boldF
Sweet ye are but oh far sweeterL
Knew he in the days of oldF
Oranges by thousands glowingI
Filled his groves on either handF
All the plants were God's own sowingI
In his happy far off landF
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Ask the cedars on the mountainH
Ask them for they know him wellO
Myrtles green by Sharon's fountainH
In whose shade he loved to dwellO
Ask the Mount of Olives beauteousE
Ev'ry tree by ev'ry streamP
One and all will answer duteousE
For the fair and ancient dreamP
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O'er the desert and the pleasanceE
Gales of Eden softly blewL
And the Lord His loving PresenceE
Evermore declared anewL
Angel children at their leisureL
Played in thousands round His tentF
Countless thoughts of joy and pleasureL
God to His beloved sentF
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There in bygone days and oldenH
From a wond'rous harp and goldenH
Charmed he music spirit hauntingI
Holy chaste and soul enchantingI
Never with the ancient sweetnessE
Never in its old completenessE
Shall it sound his dream is endedF
On a willow bough suspendedF
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Gone that dream so fair and fleetingI
Yet behold thou dreamst anewL
Hark a new May gives thee greetingI
From afar Dost hear it JewL
Weep no more altho' with sorrowsE
Bow'd e'en to the grave I seeE
Happier years and brighter morrowsE
Dawning Israel for theeE
Hear'st thou not the promise ringI
Where like doves on silver wingI
Thronging cherubs sweetly singI
Newmade songs of what shall beE
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Hark your olives shall be shakenH
And your citrons and your limesE
Filled with fragrance God shall wakenH
Lead you as in olden timesE
In the pastures by the riverL
Ye once more your flocks shall tendF
Ye shall live and live foreverL
Happy lives that know no endF
No more wandering no more sadnessE
Peace shall be your lot and stillQ
Hero hearts shall throb with gladnessE
'Neath Moriah's silent hillQ
Nevermore of dread afflictionsE
Or oppression need ye tellO
Filled with joy and benedictionsE
In the old home shall ye dwellO
To the fatherland returningI
Following the homeward pathN
Ye shall find the embers burningI
Still upon the ruined hearthR

Morris Rosenfeld



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