The Dreaming Wheel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCACB CDCCCE FGHFHG IJBIBJ KBLKLB MNAMAO PLOPOL QRSQSR TAUTUA VWXVXW EVEV YZA2Y TB2B2C2 D2QQD2 E2F2F2E2 G2VVG2 H2QI2H2 J2VVJ2 K2L2L2K2| Down slant the moonbeams to the floor | A |
| Through the garret's scented air | B |
| And show a thin spoked spinning wheel | C |
| Standing ten years and more | A |
| Far from the hearth stone's woe and weal | C |
| The ghost of a lost day's care | B |
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| And over the dreaming spinning wheel | C |
| That has not stirred so long | D |
| The weaving spiders spin a veil | C |
| A silvery shroud for its human zeal | C |
| And usefulness with their fingers pale | C |
| The shadowy lights among | E |
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| See in the moonlight cold and gray | F |
| A thoughtful maiden stands | G |
| And though she blames not overmuch | H |
| With her sweet lips the great world's way | F |
| Yet sad and slow she stoops to touch | H |
| The still wheel with her hands | G |
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| Forsaken wheel when you first came | I |
| To clothe young hearts and old | J |
| Our ancestors were glad to wear | B |
| Your woof nor knew the shame | I |
| Which later days have bred to share | B |
| The homespun's simple fold | J |
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| My lover's gone to win for me | K |
| With tender pride and care | B |
| Riches to garnish all our days | L |
| But love thrives in simplicity | K |
| As well as in the prouder ways | L |
| If noble thought is there | B |
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| When our strong grandsires vowed to wed | M |
| Stout knots of wool and corn | N |
| Were gathered in and hardly more | A |
| Of what will count not when we're dead | M |
| Life brought them to a happy shore | A |
| Who set their sails at dawn | O |
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| O silent wheel we weave a sad | P |
| Weak fabric of our days | L |
| The faith that moved thee long is gone | O |
| Forgot the couple lass and lad | P |
| Who loved with courage deeply drawn | O |
| Heeding but God's delays | L |
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| On thy long loneliness the sun | Q |
| Blazes in dread the moon | R |
| Shines with a pitiless threatening hue | S |
| And while the golden sand grains run | Q |
| Old age comes nearer and like you | S |
| I may be standing silent soon | R |
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| Then turn my lover turn your eyes | T |
| Back to the humble door | A |
| Waste not the youthful years in hand | U |
| See where the truest comfort lies | T |
| And join the freer old time band | U |
| Nor crave a worldly store | A |
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| In Freedom's land let no one know | V |
| Even the chain of ease | W |
| Nor bow to royal Luxury's glance | X |
| From peasant hands fair art can grow | V |
| From the rough brow thought springs with lance | X |
| And helmet God loves these | W |
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| She wept then raised her head and swung | E |
| The aged wheel with whispering whir | V |
| And as it turned it softly sung | E |
| In fancy this response to her | V |
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| I had not spun the sower's shirt | Y |
| I had not kept the children warm | Z |
| If I had found a wearing harm | A2 |
| In my monotonous toil alert | Y |
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| To those who wait with eager eyes | T |
| And ready hands and tender hearts | B2 |
| They find the giant year that parts | B2 |
| Hath forged strong links with paradise | C2 |
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| Sigh not that Time doth turn the glass | D2 |
| To let the golden sand grains run | Q |
| While longer shadows of the sun | Q |
| Fall o'er the spring time bonny lass | D2 |
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| The circumstances of a life | E2 |
| Are little things compared to it | F2 |
| The way love's shown is ever fit | F2 |
| Thank God who gives us love not strife | E2 |
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| And if I do not stand beside | G2 |
| The hearth as fifty years ago | V |
| No current of the years that flow | V |
| Can rob the radiance from a bride | G2 |
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| I know not why the world should change | H2 |
| I know not why my day is done | Q |
| And yet this limit of my zone | I2 |
| Hints of the limit to all range | H2 |
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| Man's progress always alters tint | J2 |
| As mountains move from rose to gray | V |
| Yet like their shapes love still doth stay | V |
| The same complete 'tis God's imprint | J2 |
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| And yet I dream Time yet may turn | K2 |
| Its wheel to weave the humbler thought | L2 |
| As in old days When joy is sought | L2 |
| Men find it where the hearth fires burn | K2 |
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
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