Of Three Children Choosing - A Chaplet Of Verse Poem Rhyme Scheme

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You and I and Burd so blithe	A
Burd so blithe and you and I	B
The Mower he would whet his scythe	C
Before the dew was dry	B
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And he woke soon but we woke soon	D
And drew the nursery blind	E
All wondering at the waning moon	D
With the small June roses twined	E
Low in her cradle swung the moon	D
With an elfin dawn behind	E
	-
In whispers while our elders slept	F
We knelt and said our prayers	G
And dress'd us and on tiptoe crept	F
Adown the creaking stairs	G
	-
The world's possessors lay abed	H
And all the world was ours	I
Nay nay but hark the Mower's tread	H
And we must save the flowers	I
	-
The Mower knew not rest nor haste	J
That old unweary man	K
But we were young We paused and raced	J
And gather'd while we ran	K
	-
O youth is careless youth is fleet	L
With heart and wing of bird	M
The lark flew up beneath our feet	L
To his copse the pheasant whirr'd	L
	-
The cattle from their darkling lairs	I
Heaved up and stretch'd themselves	I
Almost they trod at unawares	I
Upon the busy elves	I
	-
That dropp'd their spools of gossamer	N
To dangle and to dry	B
And scurried home to the hollow fir	N
Where the white owl winks an eye	B
	-
Nor you nor I nor Burd so blithe	A
Had driven them in this haste	L
But the old old man so lean and lithe	A
That afar behind us paced	L
So lean and lithe with shoulder'd scythe	C
And a whetstone at his waist	L
	-
Within the gate in a grassy round	L
Whence they had earliest flown	O
He upside down'd his scythe and ground	L
Its edge with careful hone	O
But we heeded not if we heard the sound	L
For the world was ours alone	O
The world was ours and with a bound	L
The conquering Sun upshone	O
	-
And while as from his level ray	P
We stood our eyes to screen	O
The world was not as yesterday	P
Our homelier world had been	O
So grey and golden green it lay	P
All in his quiet sheen	O
That wove the gold into the grey	P
The grey into the green	O
Sure never hand of Puck nor wand	L
Of Mab the fairies' queen	O
Nor prince nor peer of fairyland	L
Had power to weave that wide riband	L
Of the grey the gold the green	O
	-
But the Gods of Greece had been before	Q
And walked our meads along	R
The great authentic Gods of yore	Q
That haunt the earth from shore to shore	Q
Trailing their robes of song	R
	-
And where a sandall'd foot had brush'd	L
And where a scarfed hem	S
The flowers awoke from sleep and rush'd	L
Like children after them	S
	-
Pell mell they poured by vale and stream	T
By lawn and steepy brae	P
O children children while you dream	T
Your flowers run all away	P
	-
But afar and abed and sleepily	U
The children heard us call	V
And Burd so blithe and you and I	B
Must be gatherers for all	V
	-
The meadow sweet beside the hedge	W
The dog rose and the vetch	X
The sworded iris 'mid the sedge	W
The mallow by the ditch	X
	-
With these and by the wimpling burn	O
Where the midges danced in reels	I
With the watermint and the lady fern	O
We brimm'd out wicker creels	I
	-
Till all so heavily they weigh'd	L
On a bank we flung us down	O
Shook out our treasures 'neath the shade	L
And wove this Triple Crown	O
	-
Flower after flower for some there were	N
The noonday heats had dried	L
And some were dear yet could not bear	Y
A lovelier cheek beside	L
And some were perfect past compare	Y
Ah darlings what a world of care	Y
It cost us to decide	L
	-
Natheless we sang in sweet accord	L
Each bending o'er her brede	L
O there be flowers in Oxenford	L
And flowers be north of Tweed	L
And flowers there be on earthly sward	L
That owe no mortal seed	L
	-
And these the brightest that we wove	Z
Were Innocence and Truth	A2
And holy Peace and angel Love	B2
Glad Hope and gentle Ruth	A2
Ah bind them fast with triple twine	O
Of Memory the wild woodbine	O
That still being human stays divine	O
And alone is age's youth	A2
	-
But hark but look the warning rook	C2
Wings home in level flight	L
The children tired with play and book	C2
Have kiss'd and call'd Good night	L
	-
Ah sisters look What fields be these	I
That lie so sad and shorn	O
What hand has cut our coppices	I
And thro' the trimm'd the ruin'd trees	I
Lets wail a wind forlorn	O
	-
'Tis Time 'tis Time has done this crime	D2
And laid our meadows waste	L
The bent unwearied tyrant Time	D2
That knows nor rest nor haste	L
	-
Yet courage children homeward bring	E2
Your hearts your garlands high	B
For we have dared to do a thing	E2
That shall his worst defy	B
	-
We cannot nail the dial's hand	L
We cannot bind the sun	O
By Gibeon to stay and stand	L
Or the moon o'er Ajalon	O
	-
We cannot blunt th' abhorred shears	I
Nor shift the skeins of Fate	L
Nor say unto the posting years	I
Ye shall not desolate	L
	-
We cannot cage the lion's rage	F2
Nor teach the turtle dove	B2
Beside what well his moan to tell	G2
Or to haunt one only grove	Z
But the lion's brood will range for food	L
As the fledged bird will rove	Z
	-
And east and west we three may wend	L
Yet we a wreath have wound	L
For us shall wind withouten end	L
The wide wide world around	L
	-
Be it east or west and ne'er so far	H2
In east or west shall peep no star	H2
No blossom break from ground	L
But minds us of the wreath we wove	Z
Of innocence and holy love	B2
That in the meads we found	L
And handsell'd from the Mower's scythe	C
And bound with memory's living withe	C
You and I and Burd so blithe	A
Three maidens on a mound	L
And all of happiness was ours	I
Shall find remembrance 'mid the flowers	I
Shall take revival from the flowers	I
And by the flowers be crown'd	L

Arthur Thomas Quiller-couch

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