Spring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHCCII JJKKLLMMNN OOPPQQ RRSTUUVVWW XXKKYYZZA2B2C2C2D2D2 E2E2 KKF2F2G2G2H2H2RR| WINTER is past the heart of Nature warms | A |
| Beneath the wrecks of unresisted storms | A |
| Doubtful at first suspected more than seen | B |
| The southern slopes are fringed with tender green | B |
| On sheltered banks beneath the dripping eaves | C |
| Spring's earliest nurslings spread their glowing leaves | C |
| Bright with the hues from wider pictures won | D |
| White azure golden drift or sky or sun | D |
| The snowdrop bearing on her patient breast | E |
| The frozen trophy torn from Winter's crest | E |
| The violet gazing on the arch of blue | F |
| Till her own iris wears its deepened hue | F |
| The spendthrift crocus bursting through the mould | G |
| Naked and shivering with his cup of gold | G |
| Swelled with new life the darkening elm on high | H |
| Prints her thick buds against the spotted sky | H |
| On all her boughs the stately chestnut cleaves | C |
| The gummy shroud that wraps her embryo leaves | C |
| The house fly stealing from his narrow grave | I |
| Drugged with the opiate that November gave | I |
| Beats with faint wing against the sunny pane | J |
| Or crawls tenacious o'er its lucid plain | J |
| From shaded chinks of lichen crusted walls | K |
| In languid curves the gliding serpent crawls | K |
| The bog's green harper thawing from his sleep | L |
| Twangs a hoarse note and tries a shortened leap | L |
| On floating rails that face the softening noons | M |
| The still shy turtles range their dark platoons | M |
| Or toiling aimless o'er the mellowing fields | N |
| Trail through the grass their tessellated shields | N |
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| At last young April ever frail and fair | O |
| Wooed by her playmate with the golden hair | O |
| Chased to the margin of receding floods | P |
| O'er the soft meadows starred with opening buds | P |
| In tears and blushes sighs herself away | Q |
| And hides her cheek beneath the flowers of May | Q |
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| Then the proud tulip lights her beacon blaze | R |
| Her clustering curls the hyacinth displays | R |
| O'er her tall blades the crested fleur de lis | S |
| Like blue eyed Pallas towers erect and free | T |
| With yellower flames the lengthened sunshine glows | U |
| And love lays bare the passion breathing rose | U |
| Queen of the lake along its reedy verge | V |
| The rival lily hastens to emerge | V |
| Her snowy shoulders glistening as she strips | W |
| Till morn is sultan of her parted lips | W |
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| Then bursts the song from every leafy glade | X |
| The yielding season's bridal serenade | X |
| Then flash the wings returning Summer calls | K |
| Through the deep arches of her forest halls | K |
| The bluebird breathing from his azure plumes | Y |
| The fragrance borrowed where the myrtle blooms | Y |
| The thrush poor wanderer dropping meekly down | Z |
| Clad in his remnant of autumnal brown | Z |
| The oriole drifting like a flake of fire | A2 |
| Rent by a whirlwind from a blazing spire | B2 |
| The robin jerking his spasmodic throat | C2 |
| Repeats imperious his staccato note | C2 |
| The crack brained bobolink courts his crazy mate | D2 |
| Poised on a bulrush tipsy with his weight | D2 |
| Nay in his cage the lone canary sings | E2 |
| Feels the soft air and spreads his idle wings | E2 |
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| Why dream I here within these caging walls | K |
| Deaf to her voice while blooming Nature calls | K |
| Peering and gazing with insatiate looks | F2 |
| Through blinding lenses or in wearying books | F2 |
| Off gloomy spectres of the shrivelled past | G2 |
| Fly with the leaves that fill the autumn blast | G2 |
| Ye imps of Science whose relentless chains | H2 |
| Lock the warm tides within these living veins | H2 |
| Close your dim cavern while its captive strays | R |
| Dazzled and giddy in the morning's blaze | R |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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