Birth-night Of The Humming Birds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDD A BBEFAAGGHHIIBB A JJKKIILLMMEENNOOPPGG QQRR S GGTTUU UPVPWSXSYSZSA2B2C2B2 D2GE2GF2G2SG2H2FI2F F J2J2K2L2M2M2BBDDN2N2 S DDBBSSDDPP S O2O2GGP2P2IIGGQ2Q2DD MM S GGMM DDGGEEHH H R2R2L2L2GGDDGGSSCMHH DDCC| I | A |
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| I'll tell you a Fairy Tale that's new | B |
| How the merry Elves o'er the ocean flew | B |
| From the Emerald isle to this far off shore | C |
| As they were wont in the days of yore | C |
| And played their pranks one moonlit night | D |
| Where the zephyrs alone could see the sight | D |
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| II | A |
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| Ere the Old world yet had found the New | B |
| The fairies oft in their frolics flew | B |
| To the fragrant isles of the Caribbee | E |
| Bright bosom gems of a golden sea | F |
| Too dark was the film of the Indian's eye | A |
| These gossamer sprites to suspect or spy | A |
| So they danced 'mid the spicy groves unseen | G |
| And mad were their merry pranks I ween | G |
| For the fairies like other discreet little elves | H |
| Are freest and fondest when all by themselves | H |
| No thought had they that in after time | I |
| The Muse would echo their deeds in rhyme | I |
| So gayly doffing light stocking and shoe | B |
| They tripped o'er the meadow all dappled in dew | B |
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| III | A |
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| I could tell if I would some right merry tales | J |
| Of unslippered fairies that danced in the vales | J |
| But the lovers of scandal I leave in the lurch | K |
| And beside these elves don't belong to the church | K |
| If they danced be it known 'twas not in the clime | I |
| Of your Mathers and Hookers where laughter was crime | I |
| Where sentinel virtue kept guard o'er the lip | L |
| Though witchcraft stole into the heart by a slip | L |
| Oh no 'twas the land of the fruit and the flower | M |
| Where Summer and Spring both dwelt in one bower | M |
| Where one hung the citron all ripe from the bough | E |
| And the other with blossoms encircled her brow | E |
| Where the mountains embosomed rich tissues of gold | N |
| And the rivers o'er rubies and emeralds rolled | N |
| It was there where the seasons came only to bless | O |
| And the fashions of Eden still lingered in dress | O |
| That these gay little fairies were wont as I say | P |
| To steal in their merriest gambols away | P |
| But dropping the curtain o'er frolic and fun | G |
| Too good to be told or too bad to be done | G |
| I give you a legend from Fancy's own sketch | Q |
| Though I warn you he's given to fibbing the wretch | Q |
| Yet I learn by the legends of breezes and brooks | R |
| 'Tis as true as the fairy tales told in the books | R |
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| IV | S |
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| One night when the moon shone fair on the main | G |
| Choice spirits were gathered from meadow and plain | G |
| And lightly embarking from Erin's bold cliffs | T |
| They slid o'er the wave in their moonbeam skiffs | T |
| A ray for a rudder a thought for a sail | U |
| Swift swift was each bark as the wing of the gale | U |
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| Yet long were the tale | U |
| Should I linger to say | P |
| What gambol and frolic | V |
| Enlivened the way | P |
| How they flirted with bubbles | W |
| That danced on the wave | S |
| Or listened to mermaids | X |
| That sang from the cave | S |
| Or slid with the moonbeams | Y |
| Down deep to the grove | S |
| Of coral where mullet | Z |
| And goldfish rove | S |
| How there in long vistas | A2 |
| Of silence and sleep | B2 |
| They waltzed as if mocking | C2 |
| The death of the deep | B2 |
| How oft where the wreck | D2 |
| Lay scattered and torn | G |
| They peeped in the skull | E2 |
| All ghastly and lorn | G |
| Or deep 'mid wild rocks | F2 |
| Quizzed the goggling shark | G2 |
| And mouthed at the sea wolf | S |
| So solemn and stark | G2 |
| Each seeming to think | H2 |
| That the earth and the sea | F |
| Were made but for fairies | I2 |
| For gambol and glee | F |
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| V | F |
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| Enough that at last they came to the Isle | J2 |
| Where moonlight and fragrance were rivals the while | J2 |
| Not yet had those vessels from Palos been here | K2 |
| To turn the bright gem to the blood mingled tear | L2 |
| Oh no still blissful and peaceful the land | M2 |
| And the merry elves flew from the sea to the strand | M2 |
| Right happy and joyous seemed now the fond crew | B |
| As they tripped 'mid the orange groves flashing in dew | B |
| For they were to hold a revel that night | D |
| A gay fancy ball and each to be dight | D |
| In the gem or the flower that fancy might choose | N2 |
| From mountain or vale for its fragrance or hues | N2 |
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| VI | S |
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| Away sped the maskers like arrows of light | D |
| To gather their gear for the revel bright | D |
| To the dazzling peaks of far off Peru | B |
| In emulous speed some sportively flew | B |
| And deep in the mine or 'mid glaciers on high | S |
| For ruby and sapphire searched heedful and sly | S |
| For diamonds rare that gleam in the bed | D |
| Of Brazilian streams some merrily sped | D |
| While others for topaz and emerald stray | P |
| 'Mid the cradle cliffs of the Paraguay | P |
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| VII | S |
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| As these are gathering the rarest of gems | O2 |
| Others are plucking the rarest of stems | O2 |
| They range wild dells where the zephyr alone | G |
| To the blushing blossoms before was known | G |
| Through forests they fly whose branches are hung | P2 |
| By creeping plants with fair flowerets strung | P2 |
| Where temples of nature with arches of bloom | I |
| Are lit by the moonlight and faint with perfume | I |
| They stray where the mangrove and clematis twine | G |
| Where azalia and laurel in rivalry shine | G |
| Where tall as the oak the passion tree glows | Q2 |
| And jasmine is blent with rhodora and rose | Q2 |
| O'er blooming savannas and meadows of light | D |
| 'Mid regions of summer they sweep in their flight | D |
| And gathering the fairest they speed to their bower | M |
| Each one with his favorite brilliant or flower | M |
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| VIII | S |
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| The hour is come and the fairies are seen | G |
| In their plunder arrayed on the moonlit green | G |
| The music is breathed 'tis a soft strain of pleasure | M |
| And the light giddy throng whirl into the measure | M |
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| 'Twas a joyous dance and the dresses were bright | D |
| Such as never were known till that famous night | D |
| For the gems and the flowers that shone in the scene | G |
| O'ermatched the regalia of princess and queen | G |
| No gaudy slave to a fair one's brow | E |
| Was the rose or the ruby or emerald now | E |
| But lighted with souls by the playful elves | H |
| The brilliants and blossoms seemed dancing themselves | H |
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| IX | H |
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| Of all that did chance 'twere a long tale to tell | R2 |
| Of the dresses and waltzes and who was the belle | R2 |
| But each was so happy and all were so fair | L2 |
| That night stole away and the dawn caught them there | L2 |
| Such a scampering never before was seen | G |
| As the fairies' flight on that island green | G |
| They rushed to the bay with twinkling feet | D |
| But vain was their haste for the moonlight fleet | D |
| Had passed with the dawn and never again | G |
| Were those fairies permitted to traverse the main | G |
| But 'mid the groves when the sun was high | S |
| The Indian marked with a worshipping eye | S |
| The HUMMING BIRDS all unknown before | C |
| Glancing like thoughts from flower to flower | M |
| And seeming as if earth's loveliest things | H |
| The brilliants and blossoms had taken wings | H |
| And Fancy hath whispered in numbers light | D |
| That these are the fairies who danced that night | D |
| And linger yet in the garb they wore | C |
| Content in our clime and more blest than before | C |
Sam G. Goodrich
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