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The Tree Of Laughing Bells, Or The Wings Of The Morning Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A 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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The Indian Girl Who Made Them	F
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These the Wings of the Morning	G
An Indian Maiden wove	H
Intertwining subtilely	E
Wands from a willow grove	H
Beside the Sangamon	I
Rude stream of Dreamland Town	I
She bound them to my shoulders	A
With fingers golden brown	I
The wings were part of me	E
The willow wands were hot	J
Pulses from my heart	K
Healed each bruise and spot	J
Of the morning glory buds	D
Beginning to unfold	L
Beneath her burning song of suns untold	L
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The Indian Girl Tells the Hero Where to	M
Go to Get the Laughing Bell	E
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To the farthest star of all	E
Go make a moment's raid	B
To the west escape the earth	N
Before your pennons fade	B
West west o'ertake the night	O
That flees the morning sun	I
There's a path between the stars	P
A black and silent one	I
O tremble when you near	Q
The smallest star that sings	R
Only the farthest star	S
Is cool for willow wings	R
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There's a sky within the west	T
There's a sky beyond the skies	U
Where only one star shines	V
The Star of Laughing Bells	W
In Chaos land it lies	U
Cold as morning dew	M
A gray and tiny boat	X
Moored on Chaos shore	Y
Where nothing else can float	X
But the Wings of the Morning strong	Z
And the lilt of laughing song	Z
From many a ruddy throat	X
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For the Tree of Laughing Bells	W
Grew from a bleeding seed	A2
Planted mid enchantment	B2
Played on a harp and reed	A2
Darkness was the harp	C2
Chaos wind the reed	A2
The fruit of the tree is a bell blood red	D2
The seed was the heart of a fairy dead	D2
Part of the bells of the Laughing Tree	E
Fell to day at a blast from the reed	A2
Bring a fallen bell to me	E
Go the maiden said	D2
For the bell will quench our memory	E
Our hope	E2
Our borrowed sorrow	F2
We will have no thirst for yesterday	G2
No thought for to morrow	F2
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The Journey Starts Swiftly	E
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A thousand times ten thousand times	H2
More swift than the sun's swift light	O
Were the Morning Wings in their flight	O
On On	I
West of the Universe	I2
Thro' the West	T
To Chaos night	O
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He Nears the Goal	E
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How the red bells rang	J2
As I neared the Chaos shore	Y
As I flew across to the end of the West	T
The young bells rang and rang	J2
Above the Chaos roar	Y
And the Wings of the Morning	G
Beat in tune	I
And bore me like a bird along	Z
And the nearing star turned to a moon	I
Gray moon with a brow of red	D2
Gray moon with a golden song	Z
Like a diver after pearls	K2
I plunged to that stifling floor	Y
It was wide as a giant's wheat field	L2
An icy wind washed shore	Y
O laughing proud but trembling star	S
O wind that wounded sore	Y
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He Climbs the Hill Where the Tree Grows	M2
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On	I
Thro' the gleaming gray	G2
I ran to the storm and clang	J2
To the red red hill where the great tree swayed	B
And scattered bells like autumn leaves	N2
How the red bells rang	J2
My breath within my breast	T
Was held like a diver's breath	O2
The leaves were tangled locks of gray	G2
The boughs of the tree were white and gray	G2
Shaped like scythes of Death	O2
The boughs of the tree would sweep and sway	G2
Sway like scythes of Death	O2
But it was beautiful	E
I knew that all was well	E
A thousand bells from a thousand boughs	P2
Each moment bloomed and fell	E
On the hill of the wind swept tree	E
There were no bells asleep	Q2
They sang beneath my trailing wings	R
Like rivers sweet and steep	Q2
Deep rock clefts before my feet	R2
Mighty chimes did keep	Q2
And little choirs did keep	Q2
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He Receives the Bells	W
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Honeyed small and fair	S2
Like flowers in flowery lands	T2
Like little maidens' hands	T2
Two bells fell in my hair	S2
Two bells caressed my hair	S2
I pressed them to my purple lips	U2
In the strangling Chaos air	S2
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He Starts on the Return Journey	E
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On desperate wings and strong	Z
Two bells within my breast	T
I breathed again I breathed again	I
West of the Universe	I2
West of the skies of the West	T
Into the black toward home	V2
And never a star in sight	O
By Faith that is blind I took my way	G2
With my two bosomed blossoms gay	G2
Till a speck in the East was the Milky way	G2
Till starlit was the night	O
And the bells had quenched all memory	E
All hope	E2
All borrowed sorrow	F2
I had no thirst for yesterday	G2
No thought for to morrow	F2
Like hearts within my breast	T
The bells would throb to me	E
And drown the siren stars	P
That sang enticingly	E
My heart became a bell	E
Three bells were in my breast	T
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	I
The wings in their morning flight	O
Were a thousand times ten thousand times	H2
More swift than beams of light	O
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He Gives What He Won to the Indian Girl	E
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I panted in the grassy wood	W2
I kissed the Indian Maid	B
As she took my wings from me	E
With all the grace I could	W2
I gave two throbbing bells to her	X2
From the foot of the Laughing Tree	E
And one she pressed to her golden breast	T
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	S2
From pansy faces worn and torn	I
From morning glories	C
See them fade	B
From all things fragile faint and fair	S2
Are the Wings of the Morning made	B