Under The Violets Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABB CDCDD EFEFF GHGHH IJIJJ KLKLL MDMDD NBNBB| HER hands are cold her face is white | A |
| No more her pulses come and go | B |
| Her eyes are shut to life and light | A |
| Fold the white vesture snow on snow | B |
| And lay her where the violets blow | B |
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| But not beneath a graven stone | C |
| To plead for tears with alien eyes | D |
| A slender cross of wood alone | C |
| Shall say that here a maiden lies | D |
| In peace beneath the peaceful skies | D |
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| And gray old trees of hugest limb | E |
| Shall wheel their circling shadows round | F |
| To make the scorching sunlight dim | E |
| That drinks the greenness from the ground | F |
| And drop their dead leaves on her mound | F |
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| When o'er their boughs the squirrels run | G |
| And through their leaves the robins call | H |
| And ripening in the autumn sun | G |
| The acorns and the chestnuts fall | H |
| Doubt not that she will heed them all | H |
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| For her the morning choir shall sing | I |
| Its matins from the branches high | J |
| And every minstrel voice of Spring | I |
| That trills beneath the April sky | J |
| Shall greet her with its earliest cry | J |
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| When turning round their dial track | K |
| Eastward the lengthening shadows pass | L |
| Her little mourners clad in black | K |
| The crickets sliding through the grass | L |
| Shall pipe for her an evening mass | L |
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| At last the rootlets of the trees | M |
| Shall find the prison where she lies | D |
| And bear the buried dust they seize | M |
| In leaves and blossoms to the skies | D |
| So may the soul that warmed it rise | D |
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| If any born of kindlier blood | N |
| Should ask What maiden lies below | B |
| Say only this A tender bud | N |
| That tried to blossom in the snow | B |
| Lies withered where the violets blow | B |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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