The Hunter's Serenade Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGHII IJIJKLMLGNJN JIIIIIOIIJIJ ICICPQIQRSIS TOUOQVWVIXYZ| Thy bower is finished fairest | A |
| Fit bower for hunter's bride | B |
| Where old woods overshadow | C |
| The green savanna's side | B |
| I've wandered long and wandered far | D |
| And never have I met | E |
| In all this lovely western land | F |
| A spot so lovely yet | E |
| But I shall think it fairer | G |
| When thou art come to bless | H |
| With thy sweet smile and silver voice | I |
| Its silent loveliness | I |
| - | |
| For thee the wild grape glistens | I |
| On sunny knoll and tree | J |
| The slim papaya ripens | I |
| Its yellow fruit for thee | J |
| For thee the duck on glassy stream | K |
| The prairie fowl shall die | L |
| My rifle for thy feast shall bring | M |
| The wild swan from the sky | L |
| The forest's leaping panther | G |
| Fierce beautiful and fleet | N |
| Shall yield his spotted hide to be | J |
| A carpet for thy feet | N |
| - | |
| I know for thou hast told me | J |
| Thy maiden love of flowers | I |
| Ah those that deck thy gardens | I |
| Are pale compared with ours | I |
| When our wide woods and mighty lawns | I |
| Bloom to the April skies | I |
| The earth has no more gorgeous sight | O |
| To show to human eyes | I |
| In meadows red with blossoms | I |
| All summer long the bee | J |
| Murmurs and loads his yellow thighs | I |
| For thee my love and me | J |
| - | |
| Or wouldst thou gaze at tokens | I |
| Of ages long ago | C |
| Our old oaks stream with mosses | I |
| And sprout with mistletoe | C |
| And mighty vines like serpents climb | P |
| The giant sycamore | Q |
| And trunks o'erthrown for centuries | I |
| Cumber the forest floor | Q |
| And in the great savanna | R |
| The solitary mound | S |
| Built by the elder world o'erlooks | I |
| The loneliness around | S |
| - | |
| Come thou hast not forgotten | T |
| Thy pledge and promise quite | O |
| With many blushes murmured | U |
| Beneath the evening light | O |
| Come the young violets crowd my door | Q |
| Thy earliest look to win | V |
| And at my silent window sill | W |
| The jessamine peeps in | V |
| All day the red bird warbles | I |
| Upon the mulberry near | X |
| And the night sparrow trills her song | Y |
| All night with none to hear | Z |
William Cullen Bryant
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Hunter's Serenade poem by William Cullen Bryant
Best Poems of William Cullen Bryant