Our Indian Summer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGEE HHII JJKL MNEE OOPP| You 'll believe me dear boys 't is a pleasure to rise | A |
| With a welcome like this in your darling old eyes | A |
| To meet the same smiles and to hear the same tone | B |
| Which have greeted me oft in the years that have flown | B |
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| Were I gray as the grayest old rat in the wall | C |
| My locks would turn brown at the sight of you all | C |
| If my heart were as dry as the shell on the sand | D |
| It would fill like the goblet I hold in my hand | D |
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| There are noontides of autumn when summer returns | E |
| Though the leaves are all garnered and sealed in their urns | E |
| And the bird on his perch that was silent so long | F |
| Believes the sweet sunshine and breaks into song | F |
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| We have caged the young birds of our beautiful June | G |
| Their plumes are still bright and their voices in tune | G |
| One moment of sunshine from faces like these | E |
| And they sing as they sung in the green growing trees | E |
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| The voices of morning how sweet is their thrill | H |
| When the shadows have turned and the evening grows still | H |
| The text of our lives may get wiser with age | I |
| But the print was so fair on its twentieth page | I |
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| Look off from your goblet and up from your plate | J |
| Come take the last journal and glance at its date | J |
| Then think what we fellows should say and should do | K |
| If the were a and the were a | L |
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| Ah no for the shapes that would meet with as here | M |
| From the far land of shadows are ever too dear | N |
| Though youth flung around us its pride and its charms | E |
| We should see but the comrades we clasped in our arms | E |
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| A health to our future a sigh for our past | O |
| We love we remember we hope to the last | O |
| And for all the base lies that the almanacs hold | P |
| While we've youth in our hearts we can never grow old | P |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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