May-day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEFGEFHIHIJKLML LNLNLLOOPQQRSTUEVWWV LLXXLLEEEEELEL ALAFFELYLYWEW ELEWSZWLLA2MA2MLLB2C 2B2C2LLLLA2A2 LELLE D2OD2OE2F2LLLLLLLFLG 2LLLH2I2J2K2J2H2LLLH 2I2 AFAFL2M2L2M2AN2N2LLB 2O2LLAAL LLLM2P2LEM2EQ2Q2LLRR I2I2R2R2P2P2 S2T2U2U2LLV2V2LL LLV2V2V2V2V2V2W2W2V2 V2X2X2LLV2V2V2V2Y2Y2 LLLLV2Z2Z2A3A3 LLV2V2EEV2V2V2B3V2V2 C3V2D3E3C3LLV2V2F3F3 S2S2 V2V2G3V2L| Daughter of Heaven and Earth coy Spring | A |
| With sudden passion languishing | A |
| Maketh all things softly smile | B |
| Painteth pictures mile on mile | B |
| Holds a cup with cowslip wreaths | C |
| Whence a smokeless incense breathes | D |
| Girls are peeling the sweet willow | E |
| Poplar white and Gilead tree | F |
| And troops of boys | G |
| Shouting with whoop and hilloa | E |
| And hip hip three times three | F |
| The air is full of whistlings bland | H |
| What was that I heard | I |
| Out of the hazy land | H |
| Harp of the wind or song of bird | I |
| Or clapping of shepherd's hands | J |
| Or vagrant booming of the air | K |
| Voice of a meteor lost in day | L |
| Such tidings of the starry sphere | M |
| Can this elastic air convey | L |
| Or haply 't was the cannonade | L |
| Of the pent and darkened lake | N |
| Cooled by the pendent mountain's shade | L |
| Whose deeps till beams of noonday break | N |
| Afflicted moan and latest hold | L |
| Even unto May the iceberg cold | L |
| Was it a squirrel's pettish bark | O |
| Or clarionet of jay or hark | O |
| Where yon wedged line the Nestor leads | P |
| Steering north with raucous cry | Q |
| Through tracts and provinces of sky | Q |
| Every night alighting down | R |
| In new landscapes of romance | S |
| Where darkling feed the clamorous clans | T |
| By lonely lakes to men unknown | U |
| Come the tumult whence it will | E |
| Voice of sport or rush of wings | V |
| It is a sound it is a token | W |
| That the marble sleep is broken | W |
| And a change has passed on things | V |
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| Beneath the calm within the light | L |
| A hid unruly appetite | L |
| Of swifter life a surer hope | X |
| Strains every sense to larger scope | X |
| Impatient to anticipate | L |
| The halting steps of aged Fate | L |
| Slow grows the palm too slow the pearl | E |
| When Nature falters fain would zeal | E |
| Grasp the felloes of her wheel | E |
| And grasping give the orbs another whirl | E |
| Turn swiftlier round O tardy ball | E |
| And sun this frozen side | L |
| Bring hither back the robin's call | E |
| Bring back the tulip's pride | L |
| - | |
| Why chidest thou the tardy Spring | A |
| The hardy bunting does not chide | L |
| The blackbirds make the maples ring | A |
| With social cheer and jubilee | F |
| The redwing flutes his o ka lee | F |
| The robins know the melting snow | E |
| The sparrow meek prophetic eyed | L |
| Her nest beside the snow drift weaves | Y |
| Secure the osier yet will hide | L |
| Her callow brood in mantling leaves | Y |
| And thou by science all undone | W |
| Why only must thy reason fail | E |
| To see the southing of the sun | W |
| - | |
| As we thaw frozen flesh with snow | E |
| So Spring will not foolish fond | L |
| Mix polar night with tropic glow | E |
| Nor cloy us with unshaded sun | W |
| Nor wanton skip with bacchic dance | S |
| But she has the temperance | Z |
| Of the gods whereof she is one | W |
| Masks her treasury of heat | L |
| Under east winds crossed with sleet | L |
| Plants and birds and humble creatures | A2 |
| Well accept her rule austere | M |
| Titan born to hardy natures | A2 |
| Cold is genial and dear | M |
| As Southern wrath to Northern right | L |
| Is but straw to anthracite | L |
| As in the day of sacrifice | B2 |
| When heroes piled the pyre | C2 |
| The dismal Massachusetts ice | B2 |
| Burned more than others' fire | C2 |
| So Spring guards with surface cold | L |
| The garnered heat of ages old | L |
| Hers to sow the seed of bread | L |
| That man and all the kinds be fed | L |
| And when the sunlight fills the hours | A2 |
| Dissolves the crust displays the flowers | A2 |
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| The world rolls round mistrust it not | L |
| Befalls again what once befell | E |
| All things return both sphere and mote | L |
| And I shall hear my bluebird's note | L |
| And dream the dream of Auburn dell | E |
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| When late I walked in earlier days | D2 |
| All was stiff and stark | O |
| Knee deep snows choked all the ways | D2 |
| In the sky no spark | O |
| Firm braced I sought my ancient woods | E2 |
| Struggling through the drifted roads | F2 |
| The whited desert knew me not | L |
| Snow ridges masked each darling spot | L |
| The summer dells by genius haunted | L |
| One arctic moon had disenchanted | L |
| All the sweet secrets therein hid | L |
| By Fancy ghastly spells undid | L |
| Eldest mason Frost had piled | L |
| With wicked ingenuity | F |
| Swift cathedrals in the wild | L |
| The piny hosts were sheeted ghosts | G2 |
| In the star lit minster aisled | L |
| I found no joy the icy wind | L |
| Might rule the forest to his mind | L |
| Who would freeze in frozen brakes | H2 |
| Back to books and sheltered home | I2 |
| And wood fire flickering on the walls | J2 |
| To hear when 'mid our talk and games | K2 |
| Without the baffled north wind calls | J2 |
| But soft a sultry morning breaks | H2 |
| The cowslips make the brown brook gay | L |
| A happier hour a longer day | L |
| Now the sun leads in the May | L |
| Now desire of action wakes | H2 |
| And the wish to roam | I2 |
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| The caged linnet in the Spring | A |
| Hearkens for the choral glee | F |
| When his fellows on the wing | A |
| Migrate from the Southern Sea | F |
| When trellised grapes their flowers unmask | L2 |
| And the new born tendrils twine | M2 |
| The old wine darkling in the cask | L2 |
| Feels the bloom on the living vine | M2 |
| And bursts the hoops at hint of Spring | A |
| And so perchance in Adam's race | N2 |
| Of Eden's bower some dream like trace | N2 |
| Survived the Flight and swam the Flood | L |
| And wakes the wish in youngest blood | L |
| To tread the forfeit Paradise | B2 |
| And feed once more the exile's eyes | O2 |
| And ever when the happy child | L |
| In May beholds the blooming wild | L |
| And hears in heaven the bluebird sing | A |
| 'Onward ' he cries 'your baskets bring | A |
| In the next field is air more mild | L |
| And o'er yon hazy crest is Eden's balmier Spring ' | - |
| - | |
| Not for a regiment's parade | L |
| Nor evil laws or rulers made | L |
| Blue Walden rolls its cannonade | L |
| But for a lofty sign | M2 |
| Which the Zodiac threw | P2 |
| That the bondage days are told | L |
| And waters free as winds shall flow | E |
| Lo how all the tribes combine | M2 |
| To rout the flying foe | E |
| See every patriot oak leaf throws | Q2 |
| His elfin length upon the snows | Q2 |
| Not idle since the leaf all day | L |
| Draws to the spot the solar ray | L |
| Ere sunset quarrying inches down | R |
| And half way to the mosses brown | R |
| While the grass beneath the rime | I2 |
| Has hints of the propitious time | I2 |
| And upward pries and perforates | R2 |
| Through the cold slab a thousand gates | R2 |
| Till green lances peering through | P2 |
| Bend happy in the welkin blue | P2 |
| - | |
| April cold with dropping rain | S2 |
| Willows and lilacs brings again | T2 |
| The whistle of returning birds | U2 |
| And trumpet lowing of the herds | U2 |
| The scarlet maple keys betray | L |
| What potent blood hath modest May | L |
| What fiery force the earth renews | V2 |
| The wealth of forms the flush of hues | V2 |
| Joy shed in rosy waves abroad | L |
| Flows from the heart of Love the Lord | L |
| - | |
| Hither rolls the storm of heat | L |
| I feel its finer billows beat | L |
| Like a sea which me infolds | V2 |
| Heat with viewless fingers moulds | V2 |
| Swells and mellows and matures | V2 |
| Paints and flavours and allures | V2 |
| Bird and brier inly warms | V2 |
| Still enriches and transforms | V2 |
| Gives the reed and lily length | W2 |
| Adds to oak and oxen strength | W2 |
| Boils the world in tepid lakes | V2 |
| Burns the world yet burnt remakes | V2 |
| Enveloping heat enchanted robe | X2 |
| Wraps the daisy and the globe | X2 |
| Transforming what it doth infold | L |
| Life out of death new out of old | L |
| Painting fawns' and leopards' fells | V2 |
| Seethes the gulf encrimsoning shells | V2 |
| Fires garden with a joyful blaze | V2 |
| Of tulips in the morning's rays | V2 |
| The dead log touched bursts into leaf | Y2 |
| The wheat blade whispers of the sheaf | Y2 |
| What god is this imperial Heat | L |
| Earth's prime secret sculpture's seat | L |
| Doth it bear hidden in its heart | L |
| Water line patterns of all art | L |
| All figures organs hues and graces | V2 |
| Is it Daedalus is it Love | Z2 |
| Or walks in mask almighty Jove | Z2 |
| And drops from Power's redundant horn | A3 |
| All seeds of beauty to be born | A3 |
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| Where shall we keep the holiday | L |
| And duly greet the entering May | L |
| Too strait and low our cottage doors | V2 |
| And all unmeet our carpet floors | V2 |
| Nor spacious court nor monarch's hall | E |
| Suffice to hold the festival | E |
| Up and away where haughty woods | V2 |
| Front the liberated floods | V2 |
| We will climb the broad backed hills | V2 |
| Hear the uproar of their joy | B3 |
| We will mark the leaps and gleams | V2 |
| Of the new delivered streams | V2 |
| And the murmuring rivers of sap | C3 |
| Mount in the pipes of the trees | V2 |
| Giddy with day to the topmost spire | D3 |
| Which for a spike of tender green | E3 |
| Bartered its powdery cap | C3 |
| And the colours of joy in the bird | L |
| And the love in its carol heard | L |
| Frog and lizard in holiday coats | V2 |
| And turtle brave in his golden spots | V2 |
| We will hear the tiny roar | F3 |
| Of the insects evermore | F3 |
| While cheerful cries of crag and plain | S2 |
| Reply to the thunder of river and main | S2 |
| - | |
| As poured the flood of the ancient sea | V2 |
| Spilling over mountain chains | V2 |
| Bending forests as bends the sedge | G3 |
| Faster flowing o'er the plains | V2 |
| A world | L |
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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