Indian Summer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDEFDGDGHDG BBIJIJJKJKLJK BBMNMNNO PQRPQRNSONTUNO

After completing a book for one now deadA
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O Earth and Autumn of the Setting SunB
She is not by to know my task is doneB
In the brown grasses slanting with the windC
Lone as a lad whose dog's no longer nearD
Lone as a mother whose only child has sinnedE
Lone on the loved hill and below me hereF
The thistle down in tremulous atmosphereD
Along red clusters of the sumach streamsG
The shrivelled stalks of golden rod are sereD
And crisp and white their flashing old racemesG
forever forever foreverH
This is the lonely season of the yearD
This is the season of our lonely dreamsG
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O Earth and Autumn of the Setting SunB
She is not by to know my task is doneB
The corn shocks westward on the stubble plainI
Show like an Indian village of dead daysJ
The long smoke trails behind the crawling trainI
And floats atop the distant woods ablazeJ
With orange crimson purple The low hazeJ
Dims the scarped bluffs above the inland seaK
Whose wide and slaty waters in cold glazeJ
Await yon full moon of the night to beK
far and far and farL
These are the solemn horizons of man's waysJ
These are the horizons of solemn thought to meK
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O Earth and Autumn of the Setting SunB
She is not by to know my task is doneB
And this the hill she visited as friendM
And this the hill she lingered on as brideN
Down in the yellow valley is the endM
They laid her in no evening autumn tideN
Under fresh flowers of that May morn besideN
The queens and cave women of ancient earthO
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This is the hill and over my city's towersP
Across the world from sunset yonder in airQ
Shines through its scaffoldings a civic domeR
Of pil egrave d masonry which shall be oursP
To give completed to our children thereQ
And yonder far roof of my abandoned homeR
Shall house new laughter Yet I tried I triedN
And ever wistful of the doom to comeS
I built her many a fire for love for mirthO
When snows were falling on our oaks outsideN
Dear many a winter fire upon the hearthT
farewell farewell farewellU
We dare not think too long on those who diedN
While still so many yet must come to birthO

William Ellery Leonard



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