Under The Snow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDD AAEEFFGGFFHH IIJJKKGG AALLMNOO AAIIPPQQGREE AASTMNUUTS RRVVWWRR XYRRAA ZZCCA2A2HHB2C2AAOver the mountains under the snow | A |
Lieth a valley cold and low | A |
'Neath a white immovable pall | B |
Desolate dreary soulless all | C |
And soundless save when the wintry blast | D |
Sweeps with funeral music past | D |
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Yet was that valley not always so | A |
For I trod its summer paths long ago | A |
And I gathered flowers of fairest dyes | E |
Where now the snow drift heaviest lies | E |
And I drank from rills that with murmurous song | F |
Wandered in golden light along | F |
Through bowers whose ever fragrant air | G |
Was heavy with perfume of flowrets fair | G |
Through cool green meadows where all day long | F |
The wild bee droned his voluptuous song | F |
While over all shone the eye of Love | H |
In the violet tinted heavens above | H |
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And through that valley ran veins of gold | I |
And the rivers o'er beds of amber rolled | I |
There were pearls in the white sands thickly sown | J |
And rocks that diamond crusted shone | J |
All richest fruitage all rarest flowers | K |
All sweetest music of summer bowers | K |
All sounds the softest all sights most fair | G |
Made Earth a paradise everywhere | G |
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Over the mountains under the snow | A |
Lieth that valley cold and low | A |
There came no slowly consuming blight | L |
But the snow swept silently down at night | L |
And when the morning looked forth again | M |
The seal of silence was on the plain | N |
And fount and forest and bower and stream | O |
Were shrouded all from his pallid beam | O |
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And there deep hidden under the snow | A |
Is buried the wealth of the long ago | A |
Pearls and diamonds veins of gold | I |
Priceless treasures of worth untold | I |
Harps of wonderful sweetness stilled | P |
While yet the air was with music filled | P |
Hands that stirred the resounding string | Q |
To melodies such as the angels sing | Q |
Faces radiant with smile and tear | G |
That bent enraptured the strains to hear | R |
And high calm foreheads and earnest eyes | E |
That came and went beneath sunset skies | E |
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There they are lying under the snow | A |
And the winds moan over them sad and low | A |
Pale still faces that smile no more | S |
Calm dosed eyelids whose light is o'er | T |
Silent lips that will never again | M |
Move to music's entrancing strain | N |
White hands folded o'er marble breasts | U |
Each under the mantling snow drift rests | U |
And the wind their requiem sounds o'er and o'er | T |
In the oft repeated no more no more | S |
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No more no more I shall ever hear | R |
That funeral dirge in its meanings drear | R |
But I may not linger with faltering tread | V |
Anear my treasures anear my dead | V |
On through many a thorny maze | W |
Up slippery rocks and through tangled ways | W |
Lieth my cloud mantled path afar | R |
From that buried vale where my treasures are | R |
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But there bursts a light through the heavy gloom | X |
From the sun bright towers of my distant home | Y |
And fainter the wail of the sad no more | R |
Is heard as slowly I near that shore | R |
And sweet home voices come soft and low | A |
Half drowning that requiem's dirge like flow | A |
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I know it is Sorrow's baptism stern | Z |
That hath given me thus for my home to yearn | Z |
That has quickened my ear to the tender call | C |
That down from the jasper heights doth fall | C |
And lifted my soul from the songs of Earth | A2 |
To music of higher and holier birth | A2 |
Turning the tide of a yearning love | H |
To the beautiful things that are found above | H |
And I bless my Father through blinding tears | B2 |
For the chastening love of departed years | C2 |
For hiding my idols so low so low | A |
Over the mountains under the snow | A |
Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)
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