The Winter Lakes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD AEAF CGCG CHCH AIAIOut in a world of death far to the northward lying | A |
Under the sun and the moon under the dusk and the day | B |
Under the glimmer of stars and the purple of sunsets dying | A |
Wan and waste and white stretch the great lakes away | B |
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Never a bud of spring never a laugh of summer | C |
Never a dream of love never a song of bird | D |
But only the silence and white the shores that grow chiller and dumber | C |
Wherever the ice winds sob and the griefs of winter are heard | D |
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Crags that are black and wet out of the grey lake looming | A |
Under the sunset's flush and the pallid faint glimmer of dawn | E |
Shadowy ghost like shores where midnight surfs are booming | A |
Thunders of wintry woe over the spaces wan | F |
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Lands that loom like spectres whited regions of winter | C |
Wastes of desolate woods deserts of water and shore | G |
A world of winter and death within these regions who enter | C |
Lost to summer and life go to return no more | G |
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Moons that glimmer above waters that lie white under | C |
Miles and miles of lake far out under the night | H |
Foaming crests of waves surfs that shoreward thunder | C |
Shadowy shapes that flee haunting the spaces white | H |
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Lonely hidden bays moon lit ice rimmed winding | A |
Fringed by forests and crags haunted by shadowy shores | I |
Hushed from the outward strife where the mighty surf is grinding | A |
Death and hate on the rocks as sandward and landward it roars | I |
William Wilfred Campbell
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Kathy loudin: I don't know how I got here but sure glad I did. This is the most beautiful poem I've ever rever about a season. It was deep! I'm sure the buzz I have going on played a part. Read your poem 4'x's. I look forward to finding more writings of yours.
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