The Nightingale To The Workman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBDDBEABCCFF GHIJHKKHGGLMMNN ABOOBPPBEABGGQRFair summer is here glad summer is here | A |
O hark 'tis to you I am singing | B |
The sun is all gold in a heaven of blue | C |
The birds in the forest are trilling for you | C |
The flies 'mid the grasses are winging | B |
The little brook babbles its secret is sweet | D |
The loveliest flowers would circle your feet | D |
And you to your work ever clinging | B |
Come forth Nature loves you Come forth Do not fear | E |
Fair summer is here glad summer is here | A |
Full measure of happiness bringing | B |
All creatures drink deep and they pour wine anew | C |
In the old cup of life and they wonder at you | C |
Your portion is waiting since summer began | F |
Then take it oh take it you laboring man | F |
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'Tis summer today ay summer today | G |
The butterflies light on the flowers | H |
Delightfully glistens the silvery rain | I |
The mountains are covered with greenness again | J |
And perfumed and cool are the bowers | H |
The sheep frisk about in the flowery vale | K |
The shepherd and shepherdess pause in the dale | K |
And these are the holiest hours | H |
Delay not delay not life passes away | G |
'Tis summer today sweet summer today | G |
Come throttle your wheel's grinding power | L |
Your worktime is bitter and endless in length | M |
And have you not foolishly lavished your strength | M |
O think not the world is with bitterness rife | N |
But drink of the wine from the goblet of life | N |
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O summer is here sweet summer is here | A |
I cannot forever be trilling | B |
I flee on the morrow Then you have a care | O |
The crow from the perch I am leaving the air | O |
With ominous cries will be filling | B |
O while I am singing to you from my tree | P |
Of love and of life and of joy yet to be | P |
Arouse you O why so unwilling | B |
The heavens remain not so blue and so clear | E |
Now summer is here Come summer is here | A |
Reach out for the joys that are thrilling | B |
For like you who fade at your wheel day by day | G |
Soon all things will fade and be carried away | G |
Our lives are but moments and sometimes the cost | Q |
Of a moment o'erlooked is eternity lost | R |
Morris Rosenfeld
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