To A Robin In November Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEEB CAE FGHIJHHHIJ KLJCKJLKBCBHIIHSweet sweet and the soft listening heaven reels | A |
In one blue ecstasy above thy song | B |
In the red heart of all the opening year | C |
In the hushed murmur of low dreaming fields | D |
Hung under heaven twixt dim blue and blue | E |
Where the young Summer purpled and pearled in dew | E |
Mirrors herself in June and knows no wrong | B |
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Sweet sweet throwing thy lack of fear | C |
Back to the heart of God till heaven feels | A |
The throbbing of earth s music through and through | E |
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Dreaming in song great pulsing hearted hills | F |
Cradling the dawn in mists and purple veils | G |
Of vapors over pearls of lakes and brooks | H |
Girdled about the neck of half the world | I |
When the red birth of the young dreaming June | J |
Kisses the lands with gales and murmurs and trills | H |
Of melody lips that blossom with tales | H |
Of music and color and form and beauty of looks | H |
And snowy argosies in heaven furled | I |
All summer set to one sweet warbled tune | J |
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And thou red throated comest back to me | K |
Here in the bare November bleak and chill | L |
Breathing the red ripe of the lusty June | J |
Over the rime of withered field and mere | C |
O heart of music while I dream of thee | K |
Thou gladdest note in the dead Summer s tune | J |
Great God thou liest dead outside my sill | L |
Starved of the last chill berry on thy tree | K |
Like some sweet instrument left all unstrung | B |
The melodious orchestra of all the year | C |
Dead with the sweet dead summer thou had st sung | B |
Dead with the dead year s voices and clasp of hands | H |
Dead with all music and love and laughter and light | I |
While chilly and bleak comes up the winter night | I |
And shrieks the gust across the leafless lands | H |
William Wilfred Campbell
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