Path Flower Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FBFB GHIH JBJB KBKB LMNM OPOP QRQR FSFS TMUM VWVW XBXB YZYZ A2B2A2B2 C2D2C2U OFOF C2BE2B F2HF2H G2SG2S ABAB H2OI2O J2MJ2M| A red cap sang in Bishop's wood | A |
| A lark o'er Golder's lane | B |
| As I the April pathway trod | C |
| Bound west for Willesden | B |
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| At foot each tiny blade grew big | D |
| And taller stood to hear | E |
| And every leaf on every twig | D |
| Was like a little ear | E |
| - | |
| As I too paused and both ways tried | F |
| To catch the rippling rain | B |
| So still a hare kept at my side | F |
| His tussock of disdain | B |
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| Behind me close I heard a step | G |
| A soft pit pat surprise | H |
| And looking round my eyes fell deep | I |
| Into sweet other eyes | H |
| - | |
| The eyes like wells where sun lies too | J |
| So clear and trustful brown | B |
| Without a bubble warning you | J |
| That here's a place to drown | B |
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| How many miles Her broken shoes | K |
| Had told of more than one | B |
| She answered like a dreaming Muse | K |
| I came from Islington | B |
| - | |
| So long a tramp Two gentle nods | L |
| Then seemed to lift a wing | M |
| And words fell soft as willow buds | N |
| I came to find the Spring | M |
| - | |
| A timid voice yet not afraid | O |
| In ways so sweet to roam | P |
| As it with honey bees had played | O |
| And could no more go home | P |
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| Her home I saw the human lair | Q |
| I heard the huckster's bawl | R |
| I stifled with the thickened air | Q |
| Of bickering mart and stall | R |
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| Without a tuppence for a ride | F |
| Her feet had set her free | S |
| Her rags that decency defied | F |
| Seemed new with liberty | S |
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| But she was frail Who would might note | T |
| The trail of hungering | M |
| That for an hour she had forgot | U |
| In wonder of the Spring | M |
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| So shriven by her joy she glowed | V |
| It seemed a sin to chat | W |
| A tea shop snuggled off the road | V |
| Why did I think of that | W |
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| Oh frail so frail I could have wept | X |
| But she was passing on | B |
| And I but muddled You'll accept | X |
| A penny for a bun | B |
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| Then up her little throat a spray | Y |
| Of rose climbed for it must | Z |
| A wilding lost till safe it lay | Y |
| Hid by her curls of rust | Z |
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| And I saw modesties at fence | A2 |
| With pride that bore no name | B2 |
| So old it was she knew not whence | A2 |
| It sudden woke and came | B2 |
| - | |
| But that which shone of all most clear | C2 |
| Was startled sadder thought | D2 |
| That I should give her back the fear | C2 |
| Of life she had forgot | U |
| - | |
| And I blushed for the world we'd made | O |
| Putting God's hand aside | F |
| Till for the want of sun and shade | O |
| His little children died | F |
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| And blushed that I who every year | C2 |
| With Spring went up and down | B |
| Must greet a soul that ached for her | E2 |
| With penny for a bun | B |
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| Struck as a thief in holy place | F2 |
| Whose sin upon him cries | H |
| I watched the flowers leave her face | F2 |
| The song go from her eyes | H |
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| Then she sweet heart she saw my rout | G2 |
| And of her charity | S |
| A hand of grace put softly out | G2 |
| And took the coin from me | S |
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| A red cap sang in Bishop's wood | A |
| A lark o'er Golder's lane | B |
| But I alone still glooming stood | A |
| And April plucked in vain | B |
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| Till living words rang in my ears | H2 |
| And sudden music played | O |
| Out of such sacred thirst as hers | I2 |
| The world shall be remade | O |
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| Afar she turned her head and smiled | J2 |
| As might have smiled the Spring | M |
| And humble as a wondering child | J2 |
| I watched her vanishing | M |
Olive Tilford Dargan
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