A Plea For Our Northern Winters Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF FFGG HHII CCJJ KKLL CCMM NNOO

Oh Earth where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dyeA
That robed thee in sweet summer time and gladdened heart and eyeA
Adorned with blooming roses graceful ferns and blossoms sweetB
And bright green moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feetB
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What am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless whiteC
Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as brightC
Or if you seek for tinting warm at morn and evening hourD
You'll find me bathed in blushes bright as those of summer flowerD
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But Earth I miss the verdure of thy woods and forests oldE
The waving of their foliage casting shadows o'er the woldE
The golden sunbeams peering 'mid the green leaves here and thereF
And I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bareF
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But oft they're clothed in ermine to the sight and touch more fairF
Than the costly robing monarchs for regal garments wearF
Whilst at times the glitt'ring branches with jewels are ablazeG
The Frost King's pearls and diamonds flashing back the light's clear raysG
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Well I grieve to see thy rivers thy lakes and mountain streamsH
That in summer rippled gaily beneath the suns' glad beamsH
As light barks glided swiftly o'er their azure waves at willI
Held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and stillI
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But see their glassy bosom what scene could be more brightC
How gaily o'er the surface darts the skater strong and lightC
And happy cheerful voices ring out from shore to shoreJ
And forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floorJ
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Ah Earth I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voiceK
Though the pleasures thou can'st offer may make other hearts rejoiceK
For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless dayL
Spent with friends in sunny rambles when the whole world seemed at playL
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Why the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy nightC
Its long and quiet evenings with fire and tapers brightC
The soothing strains of music laughter jest and happy songM
Yes the dearest of all pleasures to the winter time belongM
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I yield Oh Earth thou hast thy charms I grant it freely nowN
In winter's sterner hours as when the spring buds deck thy browN
So a truce to idle grieving o'er summer beauties fledO
Our northern winters we'll accept with grateful hearts insteadO

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon



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