A Summer Pastoral Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABAACAC ADADAEFE DGAGACHC HGGGIJGJ ADGDHGKG DLMLDNDN DHDHAAOA OGDGMGMG| It's hot to day The bees is buzzin' | A |
| Kinder don't keer like aroun' | A |
| An' fur off the warm air dances | B |
| O'er the parchin' roofs in town | A |
| In the brook the cows is standin' | A |
| Childern hidin' in the hay | C |
| Can't keep none of 'em a workin' | A |
| 'Cause it's hot to day | C |
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| It's hot to day The sun is blazin' | A |
| Like a great big ball o' fire | D |
| Seems as ef instead o' settin' | A |
| It keeps mountin' higher an' higher | D |
| I'm as triflin' as the children | A |
| Though I blame them lots an' scold | E |
| I keep slippin' to the spring house | F |
| Where the milk is rich an' cold | E |
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| The very air within its shadder | D |
| Smells o' cool an' restful things | G |
| An' a roguish little robin | A |
| Sits above the place an' sings | G |
| I don't mean to be a shirkin' | A |
| But I linger by the way | C |
| Longer mebbe than is needful | H |
| 'Cause it's hot to day | C |
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| It's hot to day The horses stumble | H |
| Half asleep across the fiel's | G |
| An' a host o' teasin' fancies | G |
| O'er my burnin' senses steals | G |
| Dreams o' cool rooms curtains lowered | I |
| An' a sofy's temptin' look | J |
| Patter o' composin' raindrops | G |
| Or the ripple of a brook | J |
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| I strike a stump That wakes me sudden | A |
| Dreams all vanish into air | D |
| Lordy how I chew my whiskers | G |
| 'Twouldn't do fur me to swear | D |
| But I have to be so keerful | H |
| 'Bout my thoughts an' what I say | G |
| Somethin' might slip out unheeded | K |
| 'Cause it's hot to day | G |
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| Git up there Suke you Sal git over | D |
| Sakes alive how I do sweat | L |
| Every stitch that I've got on me | M |
| Bet a cent is wringin' wet | L |
| If this keeps up I'll lose my temper | D |
| Gee there Sal you lazy brute | N |
| Wonder who on airth this weather | D |
| Could 'a' be'n got up to suit | N |
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| You Sam go bring a tin o' water | D |
| Dash it all don't be so slow | H |
| 'Pears as ef you tuk an hour | D |
| 'Tween each step to stop an' blow | H |
| Think I want to stand a meltin' | A |
| Out here in this b'ilin' sun | A |
| While you stop to think about it | O |
| Lift them feet o' your'n an' run | A |
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| It ain't no use I'm plumb fetaggled | O |
| Come an' put this team away | G |
| I won't plow another furrer | D |
| It's too mortal hot to day | G |
| I ain't weak nor I ain't lazy | M |
| But I'll stand this half day's loss | G |
| 'Fore I let the devil make me | M |
| Lose my patience an' git cross | G |
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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