The Illinois Village Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GFBHIFJFKLMLNOPOQRSR TUFUVFFFWXYXZA2BA2 B2A2MA2YC2A2C2| O you who lose the art of hope | A |
| Whose temples seem to shrine a lie | B |
| Whose sidewalks are but stones of fear | C |
| Who weep that Liberty must die | B |
| Turn to the little prairie towns | D |
| Your higher hope shall yet begin | E |
| On every side awaits you there | F |
| Some gate where glory enters in | E |
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| Yet when I see the flocks of girls | G |
| Watching the Sunday train go thro' | F |
| As tho' the whole wide world went by | B |
| With eyes that long to travel too | H |
| I sigh despite my soul made glad | I |
| By cloudy dresses and brown hair | F |
| Sigh for the sweet life wrenched and torn | J |
| By thundering commerce fierce and bare | F |
| Nymphs of the wheat these girls should be | K |
| Kings of the grove their lovers strong | L |
| Why are they not inspired aflame | M |
| This beauty calls for valiant song | L |
| For men to carve these fairy forms | N |
| And faces in a fountain frieze | O |
| Dancers that own immortal hours | P |
| Painters that work upon their knees | O |
| Maids lovers friends so deep in life | Q |
| So deep in love and poet's deeds | R |
| The railroad is a thing disowned | S |
| The city but a field of weeds | R |
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| Who can pass a village church | T |
| By night in these clean prairie lands | U |
| Without a touch of Spirit power | F |
| So white and fixed and cool it stands | U |
| A thing from some strange fairy town | V |
| A pious amaranthine flower | F |
| Unsullied by the winds as pure | F |
| As jade or marble wrought this hour | F |
| Rural in form foursquare and plain | W |
| And yet our sister the new moon | X |
| Makes it a praying wizard's dream | Y |
| The trees that watch at dusty noon | X |
| Breaking its sharpest lines veil not | Z |
| The whiteness it reflects from God | A2 |
| Flashing like Spring on many an eye | B |
| Making clean flesh that once was clod | A2 |
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| Who can pass a district school | B2 |
| Without the hope that there may wait | A2 |
| Some baby heart the books shall flame | M |
| With zeal to make his playmates great | A2 |
| To make the whole wide village gleam | Y |
| A strangely carved celestial gem | C2 |
| Eternal in its beauty light | A2 |
| The Artist's town of Bethlehem | C2 |
Vachel Lindsay
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