Poems From "a Shropshire Lad" - Xxxviii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH BIBI

The winds out of the west land blowA
My friends have breathed them thereB
Warm with the blood of lads I knowA
Comes east the sighing airB
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It fanned their temples filled their lungsC
Scattered their forelocks freeD
My friends made words of it with tonguesC
That talk no more to meD
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Their voices dying as they flyE
Thick on the wind are sownF
The names of men blow soundless byE
My fellows' and my ownF
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Oh lads at home I heard you plainG
But here your speech is stillH
And down the sighing wind in vainG
You hollo from the hillH
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The wind and I we both were thereB
But neither long abodeI
Now through the friendless world we fareB
And sigh upon the roadI

Alfred Edward Housman



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