A Line-storm Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL MNMNONON

The line storm clouds fly tattered and swiftA
The road is forlorn all dayB
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones liftA
And the hoof prints vanish awayB
The roadside flowers too wet for the beeC
Expend their bloom in vainD
Come over the hills and far with meC
And be my love in the rainD
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The birds have less to say for themselvesE
In the wood world's torn despairF
Than now these numberless years the elvesE
Although they are no less thereF
All song of the woods is crushed like someG
Wild earily shattered roseH
Come be my love in the wet woods comeG
Where the boughs rain when it blowsH
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There is the gale to urge behindI
And bruit our singing downJ
And the shallow waters aflutter with windI
From which to gather your gownJ
What matter if we go clear to the westK
And come not through dry shodL
For wilding brooch shall wet your breastK
The rain fresh goldenrodL
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Oh never this whelming east wind swellsM
But it seems like the sea's returnN
To the ancient lands where it left the shellsM
Before the age of the fernN
And it seems like the time when after doubtO
Our love came back amainN
Oh come forth into the storm and routO
And be my love in the rainN

Robert Frost



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