The Last Cast'the Angler's Apology Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GFGF HIHI JFJF KLKL MFMF NONO PQPQ RSRS TUTU VFVF| Just one cast more how many a year | A |
| Beside how many a pool and stream | B |
| Beneath the falling leaves and sere | A |
| I've sighed reeled up and dreamed my dream | B |
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| Dreamed of the sport since April first | C |
| Her hands fulfilled of flowers and snow | D |
| Adown the pastoral valleys burst | C |
| Where Ettrick and where Teviot flow | D |
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| Dreamed of the singing showers that break | E |
| And sting the lochs or near or far | F |
| And rouse the trout and stir the take | E |
| From Urigil to Lochinvar | F |
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| Dreamed of the kind propitious sky | G |
| O'er Ari Innes brooding grey | F |
| The sea trout rushing at the fly | G |
| Breaks the black wave with sudden spray | F |
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| Brief are man's days at best perchance | H |
| I waste my own who have not seen | I |
| The castled palaces of France | H |
| Shine on the Loire in summer green | I |
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| And clear and fleet Eurotas still | J |
| You tell me laves his reedy shore | F |
| And flows beneath his fabled hill | J |
| Where Dian drave the chase of yore | F |
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| And like a horse unbroken yet | K |
| The yellow stream with rush and foam | L |
| 'Neath tower and bridge and parapet | K |
| Girdles his ancient mistress Rome | L |
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| I may not see them but I doubt | M |
| If seen I'd find them half so fair | F |
| As ripples of the rising trout | M |
| That feed beneath the elms of Yair | F |
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| Nay Spring I'd meet by Tweed or Ail | N |
| And Summer by Loch Assynt's deep | O |
| And Autumn in that lonely vale | N |
| Where wedded Avons westward sweep | O |
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| Or where amid the empty fields | P |
| Among the bracken of the glen | Q |
| Her yellow wreath October yields | P |
| To crown the crystal brows of Ken | Q |
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| Unseen Eurotas southward steal | R |
| Unknown Alpheus westward glide | S |
| You never heard the ringing reel | R |
| The music of the water side | S |
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| Though Gods have walked your woods among | T |
| Though nymphs have fled your banks along | U |
| You speak not that familiar tongue | T |
| Tweed murmurs like my cradle song | U |
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| My cradle song nor other hymn | V |
| I'd choose nor gentler requiem dear | F |
| Than Tweed's that through death's twilight dim | V |
| Mourned in the latest Minstrel's ear | F |
Andrew Lang
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