The Dream Of Youth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGCCHHII AAJJKKLLFFKKMMNNOOPP QQRRSSTTUVWWXXQQQQYZ A2A2TT

In days of yore while yet the world was newA
And all around was beautiful to viewA
When spring or summer ruled the happy hoursB
And golden fruit hung down mid opening flowersB
When if you chanced among the woods to strayC
The rosy footed dryad led the wayC
Or if beside a mountain brook your pathD
You ever caught some na iuml ad at her bathD
'Twas in that golden day that Damon strayedE
Musing alone along a Grecian gladeE
Retired the scene yet in the morning lightF
Athens in view shone glimmering to the sightF
'Twas far away yet painted on the skiesG
It seemed a marble cloud of glorious dyesG
Where yet the rosy morn with lingering rayC
Loved on the sapphire pediments to playC
But why did Damon heed the distant sceneH
For he was young and all around was greenH
A noisy brook was romping through the dellI
And on his ear the laughing echoes fellI
Along his path the stooping wild flowers grewA
And woo'd the very zephyrs as they flewA
Then why young Damon heeding nought aroundJ
Seemed in some thrall of distant vision boundJ
I cannot tell but dreamy grew his gazeK
And all his thought was in a misty mazeK
Awhile he sauntered then beneath a treeL
He sat him down and there a reverieL
Came o'er his spirit like a spell and brightF
A truth like vision shone upon his sightF
Around on every side with glowing pinionsK
A circling band as if from Jove's dominionsK
All wooing came and sought with wily artM
To steal away the youthful dreamer's heartM
One offered wealth another spoke of fameN
And held a wreath to twine around his nameN
One brought the pallet and the magic brushO
By which creative art bids nature blushO
To see her rival and the artful boyP
His story told the all entrancing joyP
His skill could give but well the rogue concealedQ
The piercing thorns that flourish unrevealedQ
Along the artist's path the poverty the strifeR
Of study and the weary waste of lifeR
All these the drawback of his wily taleS
The little artist covered with a veilS
Young Damon listened and his heart beat highT
But now a cunning archer gained his eyeT
And stealing close he whispered in his earU
A glowing tale so musical and dearV
That Damon vowed like many a panting youthW
To Love eternal constancy and truthW
But while the whisper from his bosom brokeX
A fearful Image to his spirit spokeX
With frowning brow and giant arm he stoodQ
Holding a glass as if in threatening moodQ
He waited but a moment for the sandQ
To sweep the idle Dreamer from the landQ
Young Damon started and his dream was o'erY
But to his soul the seeming vision boreZ
A solemn meaning which he could not spurnA2
And Youth perchance may from our fable learnA2
That while the beckoning passions woo and sighT
TIME with his ready scythe stands listening byT

Sam G. Goodrich



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