The Meeting Of The Dryads Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKLK MNON PQBQ RDSD CTCT UVWV XYUY ZA2B2A2 C2D2E2F2 NG2UG2 UH2UH2 I2CD2C J2K2L2K2 OM2N2 O2CUC

IT was not many centuries sinceA
When gathered on the moonlit greenB
Beneath the Tree of LibertyC
A ring of weeping sprites was seenB
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The freshman's lamp had long been dimD
The voice of busy day was muteE
And tortured Melody had ceasedF
Her sufferings on the evening fluteE
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They met not as they once had metG
To laugh o'er many a jocund taleH
But every pulse was beating lowI
And every cheek was cold and paleH
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There rose a fair but faded oneJ
Who oft had cheered them with her songK
She waved a mutilated armL
And silence held the listening throngK
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'Sweet friends ' the gentle nymph beganM
'From opening bud to withering leafN
One common lot has bound us allO
In every change of joy and griefN
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'While all around has felt decayP
We rose in ever living primeQ
With broader shade and fresher greenB
Beneath the crumbling step of TimeQ
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'When often by our feet has pastR
Some biped Nature's walking whimD
Say have we trimmed one awkward shapeS
Or lopped away one crooked limbD
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'Go on fair Science soon to theeC
Shall Nature yield her idle boastT
Her vulgar fingers formed a treeC
But thou halt trained it to a postT
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'Go paint the birch's silver rindU
And quilt the peach with softer downV
Up with the willow's trailing threadsW
Off with the sunflower's radiant crownV
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'Go plant the lily on the shoreX
And set the rose among the wavesY
And bid the tropic bud unbindU
Its silken zone in arctic cavesY
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'Bring bellows for the panting windsZ
Hang up a lantern by the moonA2
And give the nightingale a fifeB2
And lend the eagle a balloonA2
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'I cannot smile the tide of scornC2
That rolled through every bleeding veinD2
Comes kindling fiercer as it flowsE2
Back to its burning source againF2
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'Again in every quivering leafN
That moment's agony I feelG2
When limbs that spurned the northern blastU
Shrunk from the sacrilegious steelG2
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'A curse upon the wretch who daredU
To crop us with his felon sawH2
May every fruit his lip shall tasteU
Lie like a bullet in his mawH2
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'In every julep that he drinksI2
May gout and bile and headache beC
And when he strives to calm his painD2
May colic mingle with his teaC
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'May nightshade cluster round his pathJ2
And thistles shoot and brambles clingK2
May blistering ivy scorch his veinsL2
And dogwood burn and nettles stingK2
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'On him may never shadow fallO
When fever racks his throbbing browM2
And his last shilling buy a ropeN2
To hang him on my highest bough '-
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She spoke the morning's herald beamO2
Sprang from the bosom of the seaC
And every mangled sprite returnedU
In sadness to her wounded treeC

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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