The First Frost Of Autumn Poem Rhyme Scheme

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At evening it rose in the hollow glade	A
Where wild flowers blushed 'mid silence and shade	A
Where hid from the gaze of the garish noon	B
They were slily wooed by the trembling moon	B
It rose for the guardian zephyrs had flown	C
And left the valley that night alone	C
No sigh was borne from the leafy hill	D
No murmur came from the lapsing rill	D
The boughs of the willow in silence wept	E
And the aspen leaves in that sabbath slept	E
The valley dreamed and the fairy lute	F
Of the whispering reed by the brook was mute	F
The slender rush o'er the glassy rill	D
As a marble shaft was erect and still	D
And no airy sylph on the mirror wave	G
A dimpling trace of its footstep gave	G
The moon shone down but the shadows deep	H
Of the pensile flowers were hushed in sleep	H
The pulse was still in that vale of bloom	I
And the Spirit rose from its marshy tomb	I
It rose o'er the breast of a silver spring	J
Where the mist at morn shook its snowy wing	J
And robed like the dew when it woos the flowers	K
It stole away to their secret bowers	K
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With a lover's sigh and a zephyr's breath	L
It whispered bliss but its work was death	L
It kissed the lip of a rose asleep	H
And left it there on its stem to weep	H
It froze the drop on a lily's leaf	M
And the shivering blossom was bowed in grief	M
O'er the gentian it breathed and the withered flower	N
Fell blackened and scathed in its lonely bower	N
It stooped to the asters all blooming around	O
And kissed the buds as they slept on the ground	O
They slept but no morrow could waken their bloom	I
And shrouded by moonlight they lay in their tomb	I
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The Frost Spirit went like the lover light	P
In search of fresh beauty and bloom that night	P
Its wing was plumed by the moon's cold ray	Q
And noiseless it flew o'er the hills away	Q
It flew yet its dallying fingers played	A
With a thrilling touch through the maple's shade	A
It toyed with the leaves of the sturdy oak	R
It sighed o'er the aspen and whispering spoke	R
To the bending sumach that stooped to throw	S
Its chequering shade o'er a brook below	S
It kissed the leaves of the beech and breathed	T
O'er the arching elm with its ivy wreathed	T
It climbed to the ash on the mountain's height	T
It flew to the meadow and hovering light	T
O'er leafy forest and fragrant dell	U
It bound them all in its silvery spell	U
Each spreading bough heard the whispered bliss	V
And gave its cheek to the gallant's kiss	V
Though giving the leaves disdainingly shook	W
As if refusing the boon they took	W
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Who dreamed that the morning's light would speak	X
And show that kiss on the blushing cheek	X
For in silence the fairy work went through	Y
And no croning owl of the scandal knew	Y
No watch dog broke from his slumbers light	T
To tell the tale to the listening night	T
But that which in secret is darkly done	Z
Is oft displayed by the morrow's sun	Z
And thus the leaves in the light revealed	T
With their glowing hues what the night concealed	T
The sweet frail flowers that once welcomed the morn	A2
Now drooped in their bowers all shrivelled and lorn	A2
While the hardier trees shook their leaves in the blast	T
Though tell tale colors were over them cast	T
The maple blushed deep as a maiden's cheek	X
And the oak confessed what it would not speak	X
The beech stood mute but a purple hue	Y
O'er its glossy robe was a witness true	Y
The elm and the ivy with varying dyes	B2
Protesting their innocence looked to the skies	B2
And the sumach rouged deeper as stooping to look	W
It glanced at the colors that flared in the brook	W
The delicate aspen grew nervous and pale	C2
As the tittering forest seemed full of the tale	C2
And the lofty ash though it tossed up its bough	D2
With a puritan air on the mountain's brow	D2
Bore a purple tinge o'er its leafy fold	T
And the hidden revel was gayly told	T

Sam G. Goodrich

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