My Garden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHIH JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RSRS TUTU VWVW FXFX YZYZ A2B2A2C2 A2D2E2D2 F2G2F2

If I could put my woods in songA
And tell what's there enjoyedB
All men would to my gardens throngA
And leave the cities voidB
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In my plot no tulips blowC
Snow loving pines and oaks insteadD
And rank the savage maples growC
From Spring's faint flush to Autumn redD
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My garden is a forest ledgeE
Which older forests boundF
The banks slope down to the blue lake edgeE
Then plunge to depths profoundF
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Here once the Deluge ploughedG
Laid the terraces one by oneH
Ebbing later whence it flowedI
They bleach and dry in the sunH
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The sowers made haste to departJ
The wind and the birds which sowed itK
Not for fame nor by rules of artJ
Planted these and tempests flowed itK
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Waters that wash my garden sideL
Play not in Nature's lawful webM
They heed not moon or solar tideL
Five years elapse from flood to ebbM
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Hither hasted in old time JoveN
And every god none did refuseO
And be sure at last came LoveN
And after Love the MuseO
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Keen ears can catch a syllableP
As if one spake to anotherQ
In the hemlocks tall untamableP
And what the whispering grasses smotherQ
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olian harps in the pineR
Ring with the song of the FatesS
Infant Bacchus in the vineR
Far distant yet his chorus waitsS
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Canst thou copy in verse one chimeT
Of the wood bell's peal and cryU
Write in a book the morning's primeT
Or match with words that tender skyU
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Wonderful verse of the godsV
Of one import of varied toneW
They chant the bliss of their abodesV
To man imprisoned in his ownW
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Ever the words of the gods resoundF
But the porches of man's earX
Seldom in this low life's roundF
Are unsealed that he may hearX
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Wandering voices in the airY
And murmurs in the woldZ
Speak what I cannot declareY
Yet cannot all withholdZ
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When the shadow fell on the lakeA2
The whirlwind in ripples wroteB2
Air bells of fortune that shine and breakA2
And omens above thoughtC2
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But the meanings cleave to the lakeA2
Cannot be carried in book or urnD2
Go thy ways now come later backE2
On waves and hedges still they burnD2
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These the fates of men forecastF2
Of better men than live to dayG2
If who can read them comes at lastF2
He will spell in the sculpture 'Stay '-

Ralph Waldo Emerson



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