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 J2MJ2MA 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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