The Bird And The Storm-cloud Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEDDFF GGHHIIDDJJKK LLMMNNDDFF AAOOPPQQMM RRPPAASSRR DDAATTQQUUDD

Little bird is that thy sphereA
Yonder threat'ning cloud so nearA
Sunbeams blaze along its browB
Yet what darkness reigns belowC
There the sullen thunder mutt'ringD
Wrathful sounds is sternly utt'ringD
There the red eyed lightning gleamethE
Where no more the sunlight beamethE
And the strong wind fiercely wakingD
Wings of fearful might is takingD
Creature of the calmer airF
Wherefore art thou soaring thereF
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Wert thou weary of the valeG
With its blossom scented galeG
Weary of thy breezy bowersH
Weary of thy wild wood flowersH
Weary of thy wind rocked nestI
In the bright green willow's breastI
Didst thou sigh on daring wingD
Up in heaven's blue depths to singD
Claim with storms companionshipJ
And in clouds thy free wings dipJ
And where rushing winds are strongK
Pour thy melody of songK
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Bird thy wing is all too weakL
Such adventurous heights to seekL
In the bower thou seem'dst to beM
Trembling with timidityM
Now with proud unshrinking glanceN
Thou art daring yon expanseN
And with wild exultant singingD
Upward thy free flight art wingingD
Creature of the calmer airF
Wherefore art thou sporting thereF
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Bird that cannot be thy sphereA
Yonder threatening cloud so nearA
With thy bright unfearing eyeO
Wherefore seek that troubled skyO
Ah a hand is o'er thee spreadP
To defend thy beauteous headP
Sheltering arms are round thee castQ
'Mid the lightning and the blastQ
God doth shield thee and shall HeM
Thine and not my guardian beM
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No He who guards thy fragile formR
Midst the dread o'erwhelming stormR
Will His kind protection spreadP
O'er His child's defenceless headP
Temper every blast severeA
Mingle hope with every fearA
Pour into the bleeding heartS
Balm for sorrow's keenest smartS
And will gift the feeblest formR
With a might to brave each stormR
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Bird thou well mayst soar and singD
High in heaven on raptured wingD
Thou hast never learned to fearA
Blighting change in thy bright sphereA
'Tis to us and us aloneT
Faith's mysterious might is knownT
We that tremble at the blastQ
Shall o'ersweep the storms at lastQ
Though around us tempests lowerU
We shall know our triumph hourU
And on glad exultant wingD
Soar and with the angels singD

Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)



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