The New Eden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MCMC NONO PQPQ RSRS TITI UVUV WXWX XYXY ZA2ZA2 XB2XB2 C2D2C2D2 E2B2E2B2 XF2XF2 G2H2G2H2 HI2HI2 J2LJ2L K2L2K2L2 M2XM2X N2O2N2O2 JRJR P2XP2X UQ2UQ2 XR2XR2 S2RS2R E2B2E2B2

Meeting Of The Berkshire Horticultural Society At Stockbridge SeptemberA
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Scarce could the parting ocean closeB
Seamed by the Mayflower's cleaving bowC
When o'er the rugged desert roseD
The waves that tracked the Pilgrim's ploughC
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Then sprang from many a rock strewn fieldE
The rippling grass the nodding grainF
Such growths as English meadows yieldE
To scanty sun and frequent rainF
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But when the fiery days were doneG
And Autumn brought his purple hazeH
Then kindling in the slanted sunG
The hillsides gleamed with golden maizeH
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The food was scant the fruits were fewI
A red streak glistening here and thereJ
Perchance in statelier precincts grewI
Some stern old Puritanic pearJ
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Austere in taste and tough at coreK
Its unrelenting bulk was shedL
To ripen in the Pilgrim's storeK
When all the summer sweets were fledL
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Such was his lot to front the stormM
With iron heart and marble browC
Nor ripen till his earthly formM
Was cast from life's autumnal boughC
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But ever on the bleakest rockN
We bid the brightest beacon glowO
And still upon the thorniest stockN
The sweetest roses love to blowO
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So on our rude and wintry soilP
We feed the kindling flame of artQ
And steal the tropic's blushing spoilP
To bloom on Nature's ice clad heartQ
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See how the softening Mother's breastR
Warms to her children's patient wilesS
Her lips by loving Labor pressedR
Break in a thousand dimpling smilesS
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From when the flushing bud of JuneT
Dawns with its first auroral hueI
Till shines the rounded harvest moonT
And velvet dahlias drink the dewI
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Nor these the only gifts she bringsU
Look where the laboring orchard groansV
And yields its beryl threaded stringsU
For chestnut burs and hemlock conesV
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Dear though the shadowy maple beW
And dearer still the whispering pineX
Dearest yon russet laden treeW
Browned by the heavy rubbing kineX
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There childhood flung its rustling stoneX
There venturous boyhood learned to climbY
How well the early graft was knownX
Whose fruit was ripe ere harvest timeY
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Nor be the Fleming's pride forgotZ
With swinging drops and drooping bellsA2
Freckled and splashed with streak and spotZ
On the warm breasted sloping swellsA2
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Nor Persia's painted garden queenX
Frail Houri of the trellised wallB2
Her deep cleft bosom scarfed with greenX
Fairest to see and first to fallB2
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When man provoked his mortal doomC2
And Eden trembled as he fellD2
When blossoms sighed their last perfumeC2
And branches waved their long farewellD2
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One sucker crept beneath the gateE2
One seed was wafted o'er the wallB2
One bough sustained his trembling weightE2
These left the garden these were allB2
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And far o'er many a distant zoneX
These wrecks of Eden still are flungF2
The fruits that Paradise hath knownX
Are still in earthly gardens hungF2
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Yes by our own unstoried streamG2
The pink white apple blossoms burstH2
That saw the young Euphrates gleamG2
That Gihon's circling waters nursedH2
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For us the ambrosial pear displaysH
The wealth its arching branches holdI2
Bathed by a hundred summery daysH
In floods of mingling fire and goldI2
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And here where beauty's cheek of flameJ2
With morning's earliest beam is fedL
The sunset painted peach may claimJ2
To rival its celestial redL
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What though in some unmoistened valeK2
The summer leaf grow brown and sereL2
Say shall our star of promise failK2
That circles half the rolling sphereL2
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From beaches salt with bitter sprayM2
O'er prairies green with softest rainX
And ridges bright with evening's rayM2
To rocks that shade the stormless mainX
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If by our slender threaded streamsN2
The blade and leaf and blossom dieO2
If drained by noontide's parching beamsN2
The milky veins of Nature dryO2
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See with her swelling bosom bareJ
Yon wild eyed Sister in the WestR
The ring of Empire round her hairJ
The Indian's wampum on her breastR
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We saw the August sun descendP2
Day after day with blood red stainX
And the blue mountains dimly blendP2
With smoke wreaths from the burning plainX
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Beneath the hot Sirocco's wingsU
We sat and told the withering hoursQ2
Till Heaven unsealed its hoarded springsU
And bade them leap in flashing showersQ2
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Yet in our Ishmael's thirst we knewX
The mercy of the Sovereign handR2
Would pour the fountain's quickening dewX
To feed some harvest of the landR2
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No flaming swords of wrath surroundS2
Our second Garden of the BlestR
It spreads beyond its rocky boundS2
It climbs Nevada's glittering crestR
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God keep the tempter from its gateE2
God shield the children lest they fallB2
From their stern fathers' free estateE2
Till Ocean is its only wallB2

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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