The Tree Of Laughing Bells Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CBDBEDDB B FGEGHHAHEBBBDBB B EBIBBHJHKLML BNOPNBBQBRRB PBBBSBBBEBEBETUB B VBBHWBB B XQBXQFHRHBR YQBQMQ B HBXBZXBA2BBA2BA2EE B2EEC2LC2BC2C2 B D2E2E2D2D2F2D2 B RBHWBG2BBBBBETUBUBEJ EEBEEEHBVB B BBEBH2EBE EBBD2HCBD2BA Poem for Aviators | A |
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How the Wings Were Made | B |
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From many morning glories | C |
That in an hour will fade | B |
From many pansy buds | D |
Gathered in the shade | B |
From lily of the valley | E |
And dandelion buds | D |
From fiery poppy buds | D |
Are the Wings of the Morning made | B |
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lt i gt lt b gt The Indian Girl Who Made Them lt i gt lt b gt | B |
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These the Wings of the Morning | F |
An Indian Maiden wove | G |
Intertwining subtilely | E |
Wands from a willow grove | G |
Beside the Sangamon | H |
Rude stream of Dreamland Town | H |
She bound them to my shoulders | A |
With fingers golden brown | H |
The wings were part of me | E |
The willow wands were hot | B |
Pulses from my heart | B |
Healed each bruise and spot | B |
Of the morning glory buds | D |
Beginning to unfold | B |
Beneath her burning song of suns untold | B |
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lt i gt lt b gt The Indian Girl Tells the Hero Where to Go to Get the Laughing Bell lt i gt lt b gt | B |
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'To the farthest star of all | E |
Go make a moment's raid | B |
To the west escape the earth | I |
Before your pennons fade | B |
West west o'ertake the night | B |
That flees the morning sun | H |
There's a path between the stars | J |
A black and silent one | H |
O tremble when you near | K |
The smallest star that sings | L |
Only the farthest star | M |
Is cool for willow wings | L |
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'There's a sky within the west | B |
There's a sky beyond the skies | N |
Where only one star shines | O |
The Star of Laughing Bells | P |
In Chaos land it lies | N |
Cold as morning dew | B |
A gray and tiny boat | B |
Moored on Chaos shore | Q |
Where nothing else can float | B |
But the Wings of the Morning strong | R |
And the lilt of laughing song | R |
From many a ruddy throat | B |
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'For the Tree of Laughing Bells | P |
Grew from a bleeding seed | B |
Planted mid enchantment | B |
Played on a harp and reed | B |
Darkness was the harp | S |
Chaos wind the reed | B |
The fruit of the tree is a bell blood red | B |
The seed was the heart of a fairy dead | B |
Part of the bells of the Laughing Tree | E |
Fell to day at a blast from the reed | B |
Bring a fallen bell to me | E |
Go ' the maiden said | B |
'For the bell will quench our memory | E |
Our hope | T |
Our borrowed sorrow | U |
We will have no thirst for yesterday | B |
No thought for to morrow ' | - |
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lt i gt lt b gt The Journey Starts Swiftly lt i gt lt b gt | B |
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A thousand times ten thousand times | V |
More swift than the sun's swift light | B |
Were the Morning Wings in their flight | B |
On On | H |
West of the Universe | W |
Thro' the West | B |
To Chaos night | B |
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lt i gt lt b gt He Nears the Goal lt i gt lt b gt | B |
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How the red bells rang | X |
As I neared the Chaos shore | Q |
As I flew across to the end of the West | B |
The young bells rang and rang | X |
Above the Chaos roar | Q |
And the Wings of the Morning | F |
Beat in tune | H |
And bore me like a bird along | R |
And the nearing star turned to a moon | H |
Gray moon with a brow of red | B |
Gray moon with a golden song | R |
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Like a diver after pearls | Y |
I plunged to that stifling floor | Q |
It was wide as a giant's wheat field | B |
An icy wind washed shore | Q |
O laughing proud but trembling star | M |
O wind that wounded sore | Q |
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lt i gt lt b gt He Climbs the Hill Where the Tree Grows lt b gt lt i gt | B |
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On | H |
Thro' the gleaming gray | B |
I ran to the storm and clang | X |
To the red red hill where the great tree swayed | B |
And scattered bells like autumn leaves | Z |
How the red bells rang | X |
My breath within my breast | B |
Was held like a diver's breath | A2 |
The leaves were tangled locks of gray | B |
The boughs of the tree were white and gray | B |
Shaped like scythes of Death | A2 |
The boughs of the tree would sweep and sway | B |
Sway like scythes of Death | A2 |
But it was beautiful | E |
I knew that all was well | E |
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A thousand bells from a thousand boughs | B2 |
Each moment bloomed and fell | E |
On the hill of the wind swept tree | E |
There were no bells asleep | C2 |
They sang beneath my trailing wings | L |
Like rivers sweet and steep | C2 |
Deep rock clefts before my feet | B |
Mighty chimes did keep | C2 |
And little choirs did keep | C2 |
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lt i gt lt b gt He Receives the Bells lt i gt lt b gt | B |
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Honeyed small and fair | D2 |
Like flowers in flowery lands | E2 |
Like little maidens' hands | E2 |
Two bells fell in my hair | D2 |
Two bells caressed my hair | D2 |
I pressed them to my purple lips | F2 |
In the strangling Chaos air | D2 |
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lt i gt lt b gt He Starts on the Return Journey lt i gt lt b gt | B |
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On desperate wings and strong | R |
Two bells within my breast | B |
I breathed again I breathed again | H |
West of the Universe | W |
West of the skies of the West | B |
Into the black toward home | G2 |
And never a star in sight | B |
By Faith that is blind I took my way | B |
With my two bosomed blossoms gay | B |
Till a speck in the East was the Milky way | B |
Till starlit was the night | B |
And the bells had quenched all memory | E |
All hope | T |
All borrowed sorrow | U |
I had no thirst for yesterday | B |
No thought for to morrow | U |
Like hearts within my breast | B |
The bells would throb to me | E |
And drown the siren stars | J |
That sang enticingly | E |
My heart became a bell | E |
Three bells were in my breast | B |
Three hearts to comfort me | E |
We reached the daytime happily | E |
We reached the earth with glee | E |
In an hour in an hour it was done | H |
The wings in their morning flight | B |
Were a thousand times ten thousand times | V |
More swift than beams of light | B |
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lt i gt lt b gt He Gives What He Won to the Indian Girl lt i gt lt b gt | B |
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I panted in the grassy wood | B |
I kissed the Indian Maid | B |
As she took my wings from me | E |
With all the grace I could | B |
I gave two throbbing bells to her | H2 |
From the foot of the Laughing Tree | E |
And one she pressed to her golden breast | B |
And one gave back to me | E |
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From Lilies of the valley | E |
See them fade | B |
From poppy blooms all frayed | B |
From dandelions gray with care | D2 |
From pansy faces worn and torn | H |
From morning glories | C |
See them fade | B |
From all things fragile faint and fair | D2 |
Are the Wings of the Morning made | B |
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