A Story At Dusk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDDEFDGHDIAJKDLMNOPH GDQRSTUDDDVDWXIYDIZD D A2DDD B2DDC2DBD2DDDIDDDDE2 F2F2 DC2DDDDDF2DHF2F2IIF2 SG2F2DF2IWFI IBDH2I2DF2F2SF2D J2DDDK2DF2F2L2FM2N2O 2F2FF2P2 DDDIF2IDDF2MF2F2 F2I2DF2F2 DQ2R2DL2I2BF2IF2DSS2 S HT2F2IF2U2V2DF2F2DDD BBR2F2F2F2DSF2DSDDDD W2T2IX2 Y2F2S| An evening all aglow with summer light | A |
| And autumn colour fairest of the year | B |
| - | |
| The wheat fields crowned with shocks of tawny gold | C |
| All interspersed with rough sowthistle roots | D |
| And interlaced with white convolvulus | D |
| Lay flecked with purple shadows in the sun | E |
| The shouts of little children gleaning there | F |
| The scattered ears and wild blue bottle flowers | D |
| Mixed with the corn crake's crying and the song | G |
| Of lone wood birds whose mother cares were o'er | H |
| And with the whispering rustle of red leaves | D |
| Scarce stirred the stillness And the gossamer sheen | I |
| Was spread on upland meadows silver bright | A |
| In low red sunshine and soft kissing wind | J |
| Showing where angels in the night had trailed | K |
| Their garments on the turf Tall arrow heads | D |
| With flag and rush and fringing grasses dropped | L |
| Their seeds and blossoms in the sleepy pool | M |
| The water lily lay on her green leaf | N |
| White fair and stately while an amorous branch | O |
| Of silver willow drooping in the stream | P |
| Sent soft low babbling ripples towards her | H |
| And oh the woods erst haunted with the song | G |
| Of nightingales and tender coo of doves | D |
| They stood all flushed and kindling 'neath the touch | Q |
| Of death kind death fair fond reluctant death | R |
| A dappled mass of glory | S |
| Harvest time | T |
| With russet wood fruit thick upon the ground | U |
| 'Mid crumpled ferns and delicate blue harebells | D |
| The orchard apples rolled in seedy grass | D |
| Apples of gold and violet velvet plums | D |
| And all the tangled hedgerows bore a crop | V |
| Of scarlet hips blue sloes and blackberries | D |
| And orange clusters of the mountain ash | W |
| The crimson fungus and soft mosses clung | X |
| To old decaying trunks the summer bine | I |
| Drooped shivering in the glossy ivy's grasp | Y |
| By day the blue air bore upon its wings | D |
| Wide wandering seeds pale drifts of thistle down | I |
| By night the fog crept low upon the earth | Z |
| All white and cool and calmed its feverishness | D |
| And veiled it over with a veil of tears | D |
| - | |
| The curlew and the plover were come back | A2 |
| To still bleak shores the little summer birds | D |
| Were gone to Persian gardens and the groves | D |
| Of Greece and Italy and the palmy lands | D |
| - | |
| A Norman tower with moss and lichen clothed | B2 |
| Wherein old bells on old worm eaten frames | D |
| And rusty wheels had swung for centuries | D |
| Chiming the same soft chime the lullaby | C2 |
| Of cradled rooks and blinking bats and owls | D |
| Setting the same sweet tune from year to year | B |
| For generations of true hearts to sing | D2 |
| A wide churchyard with grassy slopes and nooks | D |
| And shady corners and meandering paths | D |
| With glimpses of dim windows and grey walls | D |
| Just caught at here and there amongst the green | I |
| Of flowering shrubs and sweet lime avenues | D |
| An old house standing near a parsonage house | D |
| With broad thatched roof and overhanging eaves | D |
| O'errun with banksia roses a low house | D |
| With ivied windows and a latticed porch | E2 |
| Shut in a tiny Paradise all sweet | F2 |
| With hum of bees and scent of mignonette | F2 |
| - | |
| We lay our lazy length upon the grass | D |
| In that same Paradise my friend and I | C2 |
| And as we lay we talked of college days | D |
| Wild racing hunting steeple chasing days | D |
| Of river reaches fishing grounds and weirs | D |
| Bats gloves debates and in humanities | D |
| And then of boon companions of those days | D |
| How lost and scattered married changed and dead | F2 |
| Until he flung his arm across his face | D |
| And feigned to slumber | H |
| He was changed my friend | F2 |
| Not like the man the leader of his set | F2 |
| The favourite of the college that I knew | I |
| And more than time had changed him He had been | I |
| A little wild the Lady Alice said | F2 |
| A little gay as all young men will be | S |
| At first before they settle down to life | G2 |
| While they have money health and no restraint | F2 |
| Nor any work to do Ah yes But this | D |
| Was mystery unexplained that he was sad | F2 |
| And still and thoughtful like an aged man | I |
| And scarcely thirty With a winsome flash | W |
| The old bright heart would shine out here and there | F |
| But aye to be o'ershadowed and hushed down | I |
| - | |
| As he had hushed it now | I |
| His dog lay near | B |
| With long sharp muzzle resting on his paws | D |
| And wistful eyes half shut but watching him | H2 |
| A deerhound of illustrious race all grey | I2 |
| And grizzled with soft wrinkled velvet ears | D |
| A gaunt gigantic wolfish looking brute | F2 |
| And worth his weight in gold | F2 |
| There there said he | S |
| And raised him on his elbow you have looked | F2 |
| Enough at me now look at some one else | D |
| - | |
| You could not see him surely with your arm | J2 |
| Across your face | D |
| No but I felt his eyes | D |
| They are such sharp wise eyes persistent eyes | D |
| Perpetually reproachful Look at them | K2 |
| Had ever dog such eyes | D |
| Oh yes I thought | F2 |
| But wondering turned my talk upon his breed | F2 |
| And was he of the famed Glengarry stock | L2 |
| And in what season was he entered Where | F |
| Pray did he pick him up | M2 |
| He moved himself | N2 |
| At that last question with a little writhe | O2 |
| Of sudden pain or restlessness and sighed | F2 |
| And then he slowly rose pushed back the hair | F |
| From his broad brows and whistling softly said | F2 |
| Come here old dog and we will tell him Come | P2 |
| - | |
| On such a day and such a time as this | D |
| Old Tom and I were stalking on the hills | D |
| Near seven years ago Bad luck was ours | D |
| For we had searched up corrie glen and burn | I |
| From earliest daybreak wading to the waist | F2 |
| Peat rift and purple heather all in vain | I |
| We struck a track nigh every hour to lose | D |
| A noble quarry by ignoble chance | D |
| The crowing of a grouse cock or the flight | F2 |
| Of startled mallards from a reedy pool | M |
| Or subtle hair's breadth veering of the wind | F2 |
| And now 'twas waning sunset rosy soft | F2 |
| - | |
| On far grey peaks and the green valley spread | F2 |
| Beneath us We had climbed a ridge and lay | I2 |
| Debating in low whispers of our plans | D |
| For night and morning Golden eagles sailed | F2 |
| Above our heads the wild ducks swam about | F2 |
| - | |
| Amid the reeds and rushes of the pools | D |
| A lonely heron stood on one long leg | Q2 |
| In shallow water watching for a meal | R2 |
| And there to windward couching in the grass | D |
| That fringed the blue edge of a sleeping loch | L2 |
| Waiting for dusk to feed and drink there lay | I2 |
| A herd of deer | B |
| And as we looked and planned | F2 |
| A mountain storm of sweeping mist and rain | I |
| Came down upon us It passed by and left | F2 |
| The burnies swollen that we had to cross | D |
| And left us barely light enough to see | S |
| The broad black branching antlers clustering still | S2 |
| Amid the long grass in the valley | S |
| - | |
| Sir | H |
| Said Tom there is a shealing down below | T2 |
| To leeward We might bivouac there to night | F2 |
| And come again at dawn | I |
| And so we crept | F2 |
| Adown the glen and stumbled in the dark | U2 |
| Against the doorway of the keeper's home | V2 |
| And over two big deerhounds ancestors | D |
| Of this our old companion There was light | F2 |
| And warmth a welcome and a heather bed | F2 |
| At Colin's cottage with a meal of eggs | D |
| And fresh trout broiled by dainty little hands | D |
| And sweetest milk and oatcake There were songs | D |
| And Gaelic legends and long talk of deer | B |
| Mixt with a sweet low laughter and the whir | B |
| Of spinning wheel | R2 |
| The dogs lay at her feet | F2 |
| The feet of Colin's daughter with their soft | F2 |
| Dark velvet ears pricked up for every sound | F2 |
| And movement that she made Right royal brutes | D |
| Whereon I gazed with envy | S |
| What I asked | F2 |
| Would Colin take for these | D |
| Eh sir said he | S |
| And shook his head I cannot sell the dogs | D |
| They're priceless they and Jeanie's favourites | D |
| But there's a litter in the shed five pups | D |
| As like as peas to this one You may choose | D |
| Amongst them sir take any that you like | W2 |
| Get us the lantern Jeanie You shall show | T2 |
| The gentleman | I |
| Ah she was fair that girl | X2 |
| - | |
| Not like the other lassies cottage folk | Y2 |
| For there was subtle trace of gentle blood | F2 |
| Through all her b | S |
Ada Cambridge
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About A Story At Dusk
A Story At Dusk is a poem by Ada Cambridge. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about A Story At Dusk poem by Ada Cambridge
Best Poems of Ada Cambridge