Frost At Midnight Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFAGHIJKLMNOPQRS TU VWXVYOZA2AB2C2YD2E2B F2G2H2I2J2K2 FL2M2UN2ACO2P2XM2M2M 2M2B2Q2R2S2TT2U2 AV2NW2X2Y2Z2A3M2B3| The Frost performs its secret ministry | A |
| Unhelped by any wind The owlet's cry | B |
| Came loud and hark again loud as before | C |
| The inmates of my cottage all at rest | D |
| Have left me to that solitude which suits | E |
| Abstruser musings save that at my side | F |
| My cradled infant slumbers peacefully | A |
| 'Tis calm indeed so calm that it disturbs | G |
| And vexes meditation with its strange | H |
| And extreme silentness Sea hill and wood | I |
| With all the numberless goings on of life | J |
| Inaudible as dreams the thin blue flame | K |
| Lies on my low burnt fire and quivers not | L |
| Only that film which fluttered on the grate | M |
| Still flutters there the sole unquiet thing | N |
| Methinks its motion in this hush of nature | O |
| Gives it dim sympathies with me who live | P |
| Making it a companionable form | Q |
| Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit | R |
| By its own moods interprets every where | S |
| Echo or mirror seeking of itself | T |
| And makes a toy of Thought | U |
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| But O how oft | V |
| How oft at school with most believing mind | W |
| Presageful have I gazed upon the bars | X |
| To watch that fluttering stranger and as oft | V |
| With unclosed lids already had I dreamt | Y |
| Of my sweet birthplace and the old church tower | O |
| Whose bells the poor man's only music rang | Z |
| From morn to evening all the hot Fair day | A2 |
| So sweetly that they stirred and haunted me | A |
| With a wild pleasure falling on mine ear | B2 |
| Most like articulate sounds of things to come | C2 |
| So gazed I till the soothing things I dreamt | Y |
| Lulled me to sleep and sleep prolonged my dreams | D2 |
| And so I brooded all the following morn | E2 |
| Awed by the stern preceptor's face mine eye | B |
| Fixed with mock study on my swimming book | F2 |
| Save if the door half opened and I snatched | G2 |
| A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up | H2 |
| For still I hoped to see the stranger's face | I2 |
| Townsman or aunt or sister more beloved | J2 |
| My playmate when we both were clothed alike | K2 |
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| Dear Babe that sleepest cradled by my side | F |
| Whose gentle breathings heard in this deep calm | L2 |
| Fill up the interspersed vacancies | M2 |
| And momentary pauses of the thought | U |
| My babe so beautiful it thrills my heart | N2 |
| With tender gladness thus to look at thee | A |
| And think that thou shalt learn far other lore | C |
| And in far other scenes For I was reared | O2 |
| In the great city pent mid cloisters dim | P2 |
| And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars | X |
| But thou my babe shalt wander like a breeze | M2 |
| By lakes and sandy shores beneath the crags | M2 |
| Of ancient mountain and beneath the clouds | M2 |
| Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores | M2 |
| And mountain crags so shalt thou see and hear | B2 |
| The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible | Q2 |
| Of that eternal language which thy God | R2 |
| Utters who from eternity doth teach | S2 |
| Himself in all and all things in himself | T |
| Great universal Teacher he shall mould | T2 |
| Thy spirit and by giving make it ask | U2 |
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| Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee | A |
| Whether the summer clothe the general earth | V2 |
| With greenness or the redbreast sit and sing | N |
| Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch | W2 |
| Of mossy apple tree while the nigh thatch | X2 |
| Smokes in the sun thaw whether the eave drops fall | Y2 |
| Heard only in the trances of the blast | Z2 |
| Or if the secret ministry of frost | A3 |
| Shall hang them up in silent icicles | M2 |
| Quietly shining to the quiet Moon | B3 |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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