In The Quiet Days - An Old-year Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAABBCC DDEEFFGG FEHHIIJJ KLMMNNOO EEPQRRSS TTKKAAAA| As through the forest disarrayed | A |
| By chill November late I strayed | A |
| A lonely minstrel of the wood | A |
| Was singing to the solitude | A |
| I loved thy music thus I said | A |
| When o'er thy perch the leaves were spread | A |
| Sweet was thy song but sweeter now | B |
| Thy carol on the leafless bough | B |
| Sing little bird thy note shall cheer | C |
| The sadness of the dying year | C |
| - | |
| When violets pranked the turf with blue | D |
| And morning filled their cups with dew | D |
| Thy slender voice with rippling trill | E |
| The budding April bowers would fill | E |
| Nor passed its joyous tones away | F |
| When April rounded into May | F |
| Thy life shall hail no second dawn | G |
| Sing little bird the spring is gone | G |
| - | |
| And I remember well a day | F |
| Thy full blown summer roundelay | E |
| As when behind a broidered screen | H |
| Some holy maiden sings unseen | H |
| With answering notes the woodland rung | I |
| And every tree top found a tongue | I |
| How deep the shade the groves how fair | J |
| Sing little bird the woods are bare | J |
| - | |
| The summer's throbbing chant is done | K |
| And mute the choral antiphon | L |
| The birds have left the shivering pines | M |
| To flit among the trellised vines | M |
| Or fan the air with scented plumes | N |
| Amid the love sick orange blooms | N |
| And thou art here alone alone | O |
| Sing little bird the rest have flown | O |
| - | |
| The snow has capped yon distant hill | E |
| At morn the running brook was still | E |
| From driven herds the clouds that rise | P |
| Are like the smoke of sacrifice | Q |
| Erelong the frozen sod shall mock | R |
| The ploughshare changed to stubborn rock | R |
| The brawling streams shall soon be dumb | S |
| Sing little bird the frosts have come | S |
| - | |
| Fast fast the lengthening shadows creep | T |
| The songless fowls are half asleep | T |
| The air grows chill the setting sun | K |
| May leave thee ere thy song is done | K |
| The pulse that warms thy breast grow cold | A |
| Thy secret die with thee untold | A |
| The lingering sunset still is bright | A |
| Sing little bird 't will soon be night | A |
| - | |
| - |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
<< Hymn For The Same Occasion (the Two Hundredth Anniversary King's Chapel) Poem
To Christian Gottfried Ehrenberg For His "jubilaeum" At Berlin, November 5, 1868 Poem>>
Write your comment about In The Quiet Days - An Old-year Song poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Best Poems of Oliver Wendell Holmes