Nightfall In The Fens Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBC DEF GGH IIJ KKL MMN OOJ PPQ RRS TTU VVW XXB YYV ZZA2 PPB2 C2C2D2 E2E2F2 G2G2H2 I2I2J2 K2K2C L2L2M2 N2N2O2| A | |
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| One hour ago the red hot sun below the bright horizon sank | B |
| The long midsummer day is done Our boat is moored beneath the bank | B |
| The glory of the crimson west dies slowly on the river's breast | C |
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| The water violet shuts its eye the water lily petals close | D |
| So in the evening light we lie and dream in undisturbed repose | E |
| How far all petty cares have flown How calm the fretful world has grown | F |
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| We only hear the gentle breeze in soft delicious whispers pass | G |
| Through osier beds and alder trees and rustling flags and bending grass | G |
| The song of blackbird in the hedge the quack of wild duck in the sedge | H |
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| The distant bark of farmhouse dogs the piping of a clear voiced thrush | I |
| The murmurous babble of the frogs of rippling stream in reed and rush | I |
| The splash of hungry trout that rise to passing gnats and dragon flies | J |
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| Sounds that make silence eloquent but cannot break it nor dispel | K |
| The tranquil sense of still content that holds us like enchanter's spell | K |
| At rest and free in this lone fen from noise of streets and striving men | L |
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| What perfume in these dewy hours the rich earth to the soft air yields | M |
| Sweetbriar and bean and clover flowers breathe incense from the quiet fields | M |
| And every whiff that comes this way brings fragrant scent of new mown hay | N |
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| A long legged heron stalks about that marshy meadow seeking food | O |
| A little water hen creeps out close by us with her paddling brood | O |
| A water rat in blank surprise stares at us with his beady eyes | J |
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| The swallow lingers and the swift like arrow from a bow darts by | P |
| Light clouds of little midges drift between us and the tender sky | P |
| Cockchafers hum as they whir past But the hushed twilight gathers fast | Q |
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| All Nature takes her happy ease and we no more can fume and fret | R |
| No inward questions taunt and tease All life's disasters we forget | R |
| All life's injustice we forgive To night it is enough to live | S |
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| No time is this to talk of books no time vexed problems to discuss | T |
| Through all the upward spirit looks and sees that Good is meant for us | T |
| Sees more in these transparent skies than in all wise philosophies | U |
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| The western glories fade and pass The twilight deepens more and more | V |
| A thin mist like a breath on glass veils shining stream and distant shore | V |
| And night is falling still and cool on each broad marsh and silent pool | W |
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| The moor hen paddles in the weeds no longer for her chicks are fed | X |
| The heron rising from the reeds goes slowly sailing home to bed | X |
| Just now from off that mossy bank the little brown rat slipped and sank | B |
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| Night comes at length The last pale gleam of lingering day has disappeared | Y |
| On silent fields and quiet stream a few stars shine the mist has cleared | Y |
| The willows of the further shore stand outlined on the sky once more | V |
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| No hum of gnat or bee is heard no pipe of thrush on hawthorn bough | Z |
| No cry of any beast or bird to stir the solemn stillness now | Z |
| Though all the soundless air is rife with latent energies of life | A2 |
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| Only a vagrant bat we see on silken pinion flitting by | P |
| Only a white owl roaming free with downy wings and steadfast eye | P |
| Two ghostly visions in their flight two noiseless shadows of the night | B2 |
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| How clear the darkness and how fine the plumes upon those bulbous stumps | C2 |
| A luminous greyness seems to shine behind those serried osier clumps | C2 |
| And sharper in the pallid glow the stems of flag and bulrush grow | D2 |
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| A faint dawn breaks on yonder sedge and broadens in that bed of weeds | E2 |
| A bright disc shows its radiant edge the round moon rises from the reeds | E2 |
| Its level rays of silver glide across the steel dark river tide | F2 |
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| They burnish steel to silver bright a mirror for an angel meet | G2 |
| They bridge it with a bridge of light fit pathway for an angel's feet | G2 |
| If angel feet and angel face haunt mortal creatures' dwelling place | H2 |
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| The widening track of glory streams to this low margin where we sit | I2 |
| My sight swims in its dazzling beams and heart and brain are steeped in it | I2 |
| Are washed from all the dust and grime the smears and tears of working time | J2 |
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| Like waves when stormy winds are past my toils and turmoils sink and cease | K2 |
| Like long bound captive free at last I bask in ecstasies of peace | K2 |
| Like tired child I lie at rest upon my unknown parent's breast | C |
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| There may be happier worlds than this a heavenly country vast and fair | L2 |
| Where saints and seraphs dwell in bliss but I pray not for entrance there | L2 |
| While in my human flesh I live I ask no more than earth can give | M2 |
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| Ethereal essences may roam Elysian fields beyond the grave | N2 |
| But I a man am in my home with all I love and all I crave | N2 |
| How is it faithful friend with thee This sweet world is enough for me | O2 |
Ada Cambridge
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