Woodnotes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| WHEN the pine tosses its cones | B |
| To the song of its waterfall tones | B |
| Who speeds to the woodland walks | C |
| To birds and trees who talks | C |
| C sar of his leafy Rome | D |
| There the poet is at home | D |
| He goes to the river side | E |
| Not hook nor line hath he | F |
| He stands in the meadows wide | E |
| Nor gun nor scythe to see | F |
| Sure some god his eye enchants | F |
| What he knows nobody wants | F |
| In the wood he travels glad | G |
| Without better fortune had | G |
| Melancholy without bad | G |
| Knowledge this man prizes best | H |
| Seems fantastic to the rest | H |
| Pondering shadows colors clouds | F |
| Grass buds and caterpillar shrouds | F |
| Boughs on which the wild bees settle | I |
| Tints that spot the violet's petal | I |
| Why Nature loves the number five | J |
| And why the star form she repeats | F |
| Lover of all things alive | J |
| Wonderer at all he meets | F |
| Wonderer chiefly at himself | K |
| Who can tell him what he is | F |
| Or how meet in human elf | K |
| Coming and past eternities | F |
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| And such I knew a forest seer | L |
| A minstrel of the natural year | M |
| Foreteller of the vernal ides | F |
| Wise harbinger of spheres and tides | F |
| A lover true who knew by heart | N |
| Each joy the mountain dales impart | N |
| It seemed that Nature could not raise | F |
| A plant in any secret place | F |
| In quaking bog on snowy hill | O |
| Beneath the grass that shades the rill | O |
| Under the snow between the rocks | F |
| In damp fields known to bird and fox | F |
| But he would come in the very hour | P |
| It opened in its virgin bower | P |
| As if a sunbeam showed the place | F |
| And tell its long descended race | F |
| It seemed as if the breezes brought him | Q |
| It seemed as if the sparrows taught him | Q |
| As if by secret sight he knew | R |
| Where in far fields the orchis grew | R |
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| Many haps fall in the field | S |
| Seldom seen by wishful eyes | F |
| But all her shows did Nature yield | S |
| To please and win this pilgrim wise | F |
| He saw the partridge drum in the woods | F |
| He heard the woodcock's evening hymn | Q |
| He found the tawny thrushes' broods | F |
| And the shy hawk did wait for him | Q |
| What others did at distance hear | L |
| And guessed within the thicket's gloom | T |
| Was shown to this philosopher | P |
| And at his bidding seemed to come | U |
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| In unploughed Maine he sought the lumberers' gang | V |
| Where from a hundred lakes young rivers sprang | V |
| He trod the unplanted forest floor whereon | Q |
| The all seeing sun for ages hath not shone | Q |
| Where feeds the moose and walks the surly bear | W |
| And up the tall mast runs the woodpecker | P |
| He saw beneath dim aisles in odorous beds | F |
| The slight Linn a hang its twin born heads | F |
| And blessed the monument of the man of flowers | F |
| Which breathes his sweet fame'through the northern bowers | F |
| He heard when in the grove at intervals | F |
| With sudden roar the aged pine tree falls | F |
| One crash the death hymn of the perfect tree | F |
| Declares the close of its green century | F |
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| Low lies the plant to whose creation went | X |
| Sweet influence from every element | Y |
| Whose living towers the years conspired to build | Z |
| Whose giddy top the morning loved to gild | Z |
| Through these green tents by eldest Nature dressed | H |
| He roamed content alike with man and beast | A2 |
| Where darkness found him he lay glad at night | B2 |
| There the red morning touched him with its light | B2 |
| Three moons his great heart him a hermit made | C2 |
| So long he roved at will the boundless shade | C2 |
| The timid it concerns to ask their way | D2 |
| And fear what foe in caves and swamps can stray | D2 |
| To make no step until the event is known | Q |
| And ills to come as evils past bemoan | Q |
| Not so the wise no coward watch he keeps | F |
| To spy what danger on his pathway creeps | F |
| Go where he will the wise man is at home | D |
| His hearth the earth his hall the azure dome | D |
| Where his clear spirit leads him there's his road | E2 |
| By God's own light illumined and foreshowed | E2 |
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| 'T was one of the charm d days | F |
| When the genius of God doth flow | F2 |
| The wind may alter twenty ways | F |
| A tempest cannot blow | F2 |
| It may blow north it still is warm | G2 |
| Or south it still is clear | M |
| Or east it smells like a clover farm | H2 |
| Or west no thunder fear | M |
| The musing peasant lowly great | E2 |
| Beside the forest water sate | E2 |
| The rope like pine roots crosswise grown | Q |
| Composed the network of his throne | Q |
| The wide lake edged with sand and grass | F |
| Was burnished to a floor of glass | F |
| Painted with shadows green and proud | E2 |
| Of the tree and of the cloud | E2 |
| He was the heart of all the scene | Q |
| On him the sun looked more serene | Q |
| To hill and cloud his face was known | Q |
| It seemed the likeness of their own | Q |
| They knew by secret sympathy | F |
| The public child of earth and sky | A |
| 'You ask ' he said 'what guide | E2 |
| Me through trackless thickets led | E2 |
| Through thick stemmed woodlands rough and wide | E2 |
| I found the water's bed | E2 |
| The watercourses were my guide | E2 |
| I travelled grateful by their side | E2 |
| Or through their channel dry | A |
| They led me through the thicket damp | I2 |
| Through brake and fern the beavers' camp | I2 |
| Through beds of granite cut my road | E2 |
| And their resistless friendship showed | E2 |
| The falling waters led me | F |
| The foodful waters fed me | F |
| And brought me to the lowest land | E2 |
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| Unerring to the ocean sand | E2 |
| The moss upon the forest bark | J2 |
| Was pole star when the night was dark | J2 |
| The purple berries in the wood | E2 |
| Supplied me necessary food | E2 |
| For Nature ever faithful is | F |
| To such as trust her faithfulness | F |
| When the forest shall mislead me | F |
| When the night and morning lie | A |
| When sea and land refuse to feed me | F |
| 'T will be time enough to die | A |
| Then will yet my mother yield | E2 |
| A pillow in her greenest field | E2 |
| Nor the June flowers scorn to cover | P |
| The clay of their departed lover ' | - |
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| II | A |
| As sunbeams stream through liberal space | F |
| And nothing jostle or displace | F |
| So waved the pine tree through my thought | E2 |
| And fanned the dreams it never brought | E2 |
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| 'Whether is better the gift or the donor | P |
| Come to me ' | - |
| Quoth the pine tree | F |
| 'I am the giver of honor | P |
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| My garden is the cloven rock | K2 |
| And my manure the snow | F2 |
| And drifting sand heaps feed my stock | K2 |
| In summer's scorching glow | F2 |
| He is great who can live by me | F |
| The rough and bearded forester | P |
| Is better than the lord | E2 |
| God fills the scrip and canister | P |
| Sin piles the loaded board | E2 |
| The lord is the peasant that was | F |
| The peasant the lord that shall be | F |
| The lord is hay the peasant grass | F |
| One dry and one the living tree | F |
| Who liveth by the ragged pine | Q |
| Foundeth a heroic line | Q |
| Who liveth in the palace hall | L2 |
| Waneth fast and spendeth all | L2 |
| He goes to my savage haunts | F |
| With his chariot and his care | W |
| My twilight realm he disenchants | F |
| And finds his prison there | W |
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| 'What prizes the town and the tower | P |
| Only what the pine tree yields | F |
| Sinew that subdued the fields | F |
| The wild eyed boy who in the woods | F |
| Chants his hymn to hills and floods | F |
| Whom the city's poisoning spleen | Q |
| Made not pale or fat or lean | Q |
| Whom the rain and the wind purgeth | F |
| Whom the dawn and the day star urgeth | F |
| In whose cheek the rose leaf blusheth | F |
| In whose feet the lion rusheth | F |
| Iron arms and iron mould | E2 |
| That know not fear fatigue or cold | E2 |
| I give my rafters to his boat | E2 |
| My billets to his boiler's throat | E2 |
| And I will swim the ancient sea | F |
| To float my child to victory | F |
| And grant to dwellers with the pine | Q |
| Dominion o'er the palm and vine | Q |
| Who leaves the pine tree leaves his friend | E2 |
| Unnerves his strength invites his end | E2 |
| Cut a bough from my parent stem | M2 |
| And dip it in thy porcelain vase | F |
| A little while each russet gem | M2 |
| Will swell and rise with wonted grace | F |
| But when it seeks enlarged supplies | F |
| The orphan of the forest dies | F |
| Whoso walks in solitude | E2 |
| And inhabiteth the wood | E2 |
| Choosing light wave rock and bird | E2 |
| Before the money loving herd | E2 |
| Into that forester shall pass | F |
| From these companions power and grace | F |
| Clean shall he be without within | Q |
| From the old adhering sin | Q |
| All ill dissolving in the light | E2 |
| Of his triumphant piercing sight | E2 |
| Not vain sour nor frivolous | F |
| Not mad athirst nor garrulous | F |
| Grave chaste contented though retired | E2 |
| And of all other men desired | E2 |
| On him the light of star and moon | Q |
| Shall fall with purer radiance down | Q |
| All constellations of the sky | A |
| Shed their virtue through his eye | A |
| Him Nature giveth for defence | F |
| His formidable innocence | F |
| The mounting sap the shells the sea | F |
| All spheres all stones his helpers be | F |
| He shall meet the speeding year | M |
| Without wailing without fear | M |
| He shall be happy in his love | N2 |
| Like to like shall joyful prove | O2 |
| He s | F |
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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