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 woodA
A lark o'er Golder's laneB
As I the April pathway trodC
Bound west for WillesdenB
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At foot each tiny blade grew bigD
And taller stood to hearE
And every leaf on every twigD
Was like a little earE
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As I too paused and both ways triedF
To catch the rippling rainB
So still a hare kept at my sideF
His tussock of disdainB
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Behind me close I heard a stepG
A soft pit pat surpriseH
And looking round my eyes fell deepI
Into sweet other eyesH
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The eyes like wells where sun lies tooJ
So clear and trustful brownB
Without a bubble warning youJ
That here's a place to drownB
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How many miles Her broken shoesK
Had told of more than oneB
She answered like a dreaming MuseK
I came from IslingtonB
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So long a tramp Two gentle nodsL
Then seemed to lift a wingM
And words fell soft as willow budsN
I came to find the SpringM
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A timid voice yet not afraidO
In ways so sweet to roamP
As it with honey bees had playedO
And could no more go homeP
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Her home I saw the human lairQ
I heard the huckster's bawlR
I stifled with the thickened airQ
Of bickering mart and stallR
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Without a tuppence for a rideF
Her feet had set her freeS
Her rags that decency defiedF
Seemed new with libertyS
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But she was frail Who would might noteT
The trail of hungeringM
That for an hour she had forgotU
In wonder of the SpringM
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So shriven by her joy she glowedV
It seemed a sin to chatW
A tea shop snuggled off the roadV
Why did I think of thatW
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Oh frail so frail I could have weptX
But she was passing onB
And I but muddled You'll acceptX
A penny for a bunB
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Then up her little throat a sprayY
Of rose climbed for it mustZ
A wilding lost till safe it layY
Hid by her curls of rustZ
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And I saw modesties at fenceA2
With pride that bore no nameB2
So old it was she knew not whenceA2
It sudden woke and cameB2
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But that which shone of all most clearC2
Was startled sadder thoughtD2
That I should give her back the fearC2
Of life she had forgotU
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And I blushed for the world we'd madeO
Putting God's hand asideF
Till for the want of sun and shadeO
His little children diedF
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And blushed that I who every yearC2
With Spring went up and downB
Must greet a soul that ached for herE2
With penny for a bunB
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Struck as a thief in holy placeF2
Whose sin upon him criesH
I watched the flowers leave her faceF2
The song go from her eyesH
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Then she sweet heart she saw my routG2
And of her charityS
A hand of grace put softly outG2
And took the coin from meS
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A red cap sang in Bishop's woodA
A lark o'er Golder's laneB
But I alone still glooming stoodA
And April plucked in vainB
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Till living words rang in my earsH2
And sudden music playedO
Out of such sacred thirst as hersI2
The world shall be remadeO
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Afar she turned her head and smiledJ2
As might have smiled the SpringM
And humble as a wondering childJ2
I watched her vanishingM

Olive Tilford Dargan



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