At The Ferry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD BEBEFGFG BHBHAIAI BJBJAKAK ILILIMIM BNBNIOIO PQPQRSSS TUSUVWXW BYBYZBZB A2WA2WB2C2B2C2 D2BD2BE2F2E2F2

On such a day the shrunken streamA
Spends its last water and runs dryB
Clouds like far turrets in a dreamA
Stand baseless in the burning skyB
On such a day at every rodC
The toilers in the hay field haltD
With dripping brows and the parched sodC
Yields to the crushing foot like saltD
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But here a little wind astirB
Seen waterward in jetting linesE
From yonder hillside topped with firB
Comes pungent with the breath of pinesE
And here when all the noon hangs stillF
White hot upon the city tilesG
A perfume and a wintry chillF
Breathe from the yellow lumber pilesG
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And all day long there falls a blurB
Of noises upon listless earsH
The rumble of the trams the stirB
Of barges at the clacking piersH
The champ of wheels the crash of steamA
And ever without change or stayI
The drone as through a troubled dreamA
Of waters falling far awayI
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A tug boat up the farther shoreB
Half pants half whistles in her draughtJ
The cadence of a creaking oarB
Falls drowsily a corded raftJ
Creeps slowly in the noonday gleamA
And wheresoe'er a shadow sleepsK
The men lie by or half a dreamA
Stand leaning at the idle sweepsK
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And all day long in the quiet bayI
The eddying amber depths retardL
And hold as in a ring at playI
The heavy saw logs notched and scarredL
And yonder between cape and shoalI
Where the long currents swing and shiftM
An aged punt man with his poleI
Is searching in the parted driftM
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At moments from the distant glareB
The murmur of a railway stealsN
Round yonder jutting point the airB
Is beaten with the puff of wheelsN
And here at hand an open millI
Strong clamor at perpetual driveO
With changing chant now hoarse now shrillI
Keeps dinning like a mighty hiveO
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A furnace over field and meadP
The rounding noon hangs hard and whiteQ
Into the gathering heats recedeP
The hollows of the Chelsea heightQ
But under all to one quiet tuneR
A spirit in cool depths withdrawnS
With logs and dust and wrack bestrewnS
The stately river journeys onS
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I watch the swinging currents goT
Far down to where enclosed and piledU
The logs crowd and the GatineauS
Comes rushing from the northern wildU
I see the long low point where closeV
The shore lines and the waters endW
I watch the barges pass in rowsX
That vanish at the tapering bendW
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I see as at the noon's pale coreB
A shadow that lifts clear and floatsY
The cabin'd village round the shoreB
The landing and the fringe of boatsY
Faint films of smoke that curl and wreatheZ
And upward with the like desireB
The vast gray church that seems to breatheZ
In heaven with its dreaming spireB
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And there the last blue boundaries riseA2
That guard within their compass furledW
This plot of earth beyond them liesA2
The mystery of the echoing worldW
And still my thought goes on and yieldsB2
New vision and new joy to meC2
Far peopled hills and ancient fieldsB2
And cities by the crested seaC2
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I see no more the barges passD2
Nor mark the ripple round the pierB
And all the uproar mass on massD2
Falls dead upon a vacant earB
Beyond the tumult of the millsE2
And all the city's sound and strifeF2
Beyond the waste beyond the hillsE2
I look far out and dream of lifeF2

Archibald Lampman



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