Love: To A Little Girl Poem Rhyme Scheme

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When we all lie still	A
Where churchyard pines their funeral vigil keep	B
Thou shalt rise up early	C
While the dews are deep	B
Thee the earliest bird shall rouse	D
From thy maiden sleep	B
Thy white bed in the old house	D
Where we all in our day	E
Lived and loved so cheerly	C
And thou shalt take thy way	E
Where the nodding daffodil	C
Tells thee he is near	F
Where the lark above the corn	G
Sings him to thine ear	H
Where thine own oak fondly grim	I
Points to more than thou canst spy	J
And the beckoning beechen spray	E
Beckons beckons thee to him	I
Thee to him and him to thee	C
Him to thee who coy and slow	C
Stealest through dim paths untrod	E
Step by step with doubtful glance	K
Taking witness quick and shy	J
Of each bud and herb and tree	C
If thou doest well or no	C
Haste thee haste thee slow and coy	L
What art doubting still though even	M
The white tree that shakes with fear	F
When no other dreams of ill	C
The girl tree whom best thou knowest	E
Waves the garlands of her joy	L
And by something more than chance	K
Of all paths in one path only	C
The primroses where thou goest	E
Thicken to thy feet as though	C
Thou already wert in heaven	N
And walking in the galaxy	C
Do those stars no longer glisten	N
To thy steps ah shivering maid	E
That where upper light doth fade	E
At yon gnarled and twisted gate	E
Thou dost pause and tremble and so	C
Listening stir and stirring listen	N
Not a blossom will illume	I
That chill grove of cambering yew	O
Wherein Night seems to vegetate	E
And through bats and owls a dew	O
Of darkness fills the mortal gloom	I
Haste thee haste thee gaze not back	P
Of all hours since thou wert born	G
Now thou may'st not look forlorn	G
Though the blackening grove is dread	E
Shall he plead in vain who pled	E
'To morrow ' Through the tree gloom lonely	C
One more shudder and the track	P
Softens this is upland sod	E
Thou canst smell the mountain air	Q
What was heavy overhead	E
Lightens the black whitens the white brightens	R
Ah dear and fair	Q
Lo the dazzling east and lo	C
Someone tall against the sky	J
Coming coming like a god	E
In the rising morn	G
And when the lengthening days whose light we never saw	S
Have melted his sweet awe	T
And thy fond fear is like a little hare	Q
Large eyed and passionately afraid	E
That peepeth from the covert of her rest	E
Into the narrow glade	E
Between two woods and doth a moment dare	Q
The sunshine and leap back yet forth will fare	Q
Again and each time ventures further from the nest	E
Till having past the midst ere she be 'ware	Q
Bold with fear to be so much confest	E
She flees across the sun into the other shade	E
Flees as thou that didst so coyly draw	Q
Near him and nearer and art trembling there	Q
Midway 'twixt giving all and nought	E
In a moment at a thought	E
Bashful to panic hidest on his breast	E
Once again beneath the hill	C
Where round our graves these funeral pines refuse	U
The clamorous morning thou shalt rise up early	C
When we all lie still	C
Thou shalt rise up early while	C
Down the chimney ample and deep	B
Dreaming swallows gurgle and shrill	C
In window nook the mossy wren	V
Chirps an answer cheerly	C
Chirps and sinks to sleep	B
In the crossed and corbelled bay	E
Of that ivied oriel thou	W
Lovest at morn and eve to muse	U
But this once thou shalt not stay	E
To mark the forming earth and how	W
Far and near in equal grey	E
Of growing dawn thy well known land	E
Now to the strained gaze appears	X
The nebulous umbrage of itself and now	W
Ere one can say this or this	Y
Divides upon the sense into the world that is	Z
As the slow suffusion that doth fill	C
Tender eyes with soft uncertainties	A2
Suddenly we know not when	V
Shapes to tears we understand	E
Such tears as blind thy eyes with light	E
When thou shalt rise up white from white	E
In thy virgin bed	E
On that morn and by and by	J
In thy bloom of maidenhead	E
Beam softly o'er the shadowy floor	Q
And softly down the ancient stairs	B2
And softly through the ancestral door	Q
And o'er the meadow by the house	D
Where thy small feet shall not rouse	D
From the grass those unrisen pray'rs	D
The skylarks though thy passing smile	C
Shall touch away the dews	D
And thou shalt take thy way	E
Ah whither Where is the dear tryst to day	E
Trembler doth he wait for thee	C
By the ash or the beech tree	C
With the lightest earliest breeze	D
The dodder in the hedge is quaking	C2
But the mighty ash is still a slumber	Q
All its tender multiplicity	C
Drooped with a common sleep by twos and threes	D
That triple into companies	D
Which in turn do multiply	J
Each by each into an all	C
So various so symmetrical	C
That the membered trunk on high	J
Lifts a colour'd cloud that seems	D
The numberless result of number	Q
Now still as thy still sleep soft as thy dreams	D
They slumber but when morning bids	D
The world awake the giant sleeper waking	C2
Shall lift at once his shapely myriads up	D2
As thou at once upliftest thy two lids	D
Ah guileless eyes from whom those lids unclose	D
Ah happy happy eyes if morning's beams	D
Awake the trees how can they sleep in yours	D
Look up and see them start from their repose	D
Yet nay I think thou wouldst forbid them hear	Q
What some one comes this morn to say	D
Therefore sweet eyes shine only on the ground	E
Nor venture to look round	E
Lest thou behold how subtly the flow'rs sigh	J
Among the whispering grasses tall	C
And see thy secret pale the lily's cheeks	D
Or redden on the daisy's lips	D
Or tremble in the tremulous tear	Q
Wherewith the warmer light of day fulfils	D
That frigid beauty of the wort whose stars	D
Look thro' the summer darkness like the scars	D
Of those lunar arrows shot	E
From the white string of that silver bow	W
Wherewith as we all wot	E
Because it was a keepsake of her Greek	E2
Diana shooteth still on every moony night	E
What is it then that this close buttercup	D2
Is shutting down into a golden shrine	F2
What hath the wind betrayed to the wind flow'r	Q
That on either side it so adjures	D
Thy passing beauty by such votive hands	D
Point to point with praying finger tips	D
I know not how such secrets go astray	D
Nor how so dear a mystery	C
Foreslipped the limits of its destined hour	Q
Perhaps the mustered spring in whatsoe'er	Q
Deep cavern of the earth ere it come here	Q
It takes the flowery order of the year	Q
Heard the soft powers speak of this loveliness	D
That in due season should be done and said	E
As if it were a part o' the white and red	E
Of summer or perchance some zephyr willing	C2
To sweeten the stol'n fragrance of a rose	D
Caught one of thy breaths and blew it	E
To the flow'rs that suck the evening air	Q
And in it some unspoken words of thine	F2
Went thro' the floral beauty and somewhere	Q
Therein came to themselves and made the fields aware	Q
Thus or not thus surely the cowslips knew it	E
Else wherefore did they press	D
Their march to this sole day and long ago	C
Set their annual dances to it	E
This day of all the days that summer yields	D
Didst thou not mark how sure and slow	C
They came upon thee with exact emprise	D
First a golden stranger meek and lone	G2
Then the vanward of a fairy host	E
Following the nightingales	D
Bashful and bold in sudden troops and bands	D
Takes the willowy depths of all the dales	D
And on unsuspected nights	D
Makes vantage ground of mounts and heights	D
Till ere one knew a south wind blew	C
And a fond invasion holds the fields	D
Over the shadowy meadowy season up and down from coast to coast	E
A pigmy folk a yellow haired people stands	D
Stands and hangs its head and smiles	D
And art thou conscious that they smile and why	J
That with such palpitating flight	E
Thou fleest toward the linden aisles	D
Ah yet a moment pause among	H2
The lime trees where from the rich arches o'er thee	C
The nightingale still strews his falling song	I2
As if the trees were shaken and dropt sweetness	D
No heed More speed Ah little feet	E
Is the ground soaked with music that ye beat	E
Silver echoes thence and keep	B
Such quick time and dainty unison	N
With the running cadence of the bird	E
That he hath not heard	E
A note t	C