The Race Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBAC DDEEFFF GHIJKKJLIMNL KLMLLOO PQPQRSRS TGUUGST| A girlish voice like a silver bell | A |
| Rang over the sparkling tide | B |
| A race a race | C |
| She was under the trees by the river side | B |
| Down from whose boughs dark shadows fell | A |
| And hid her face | C |
| - | |
| Four skiffs are out on the moonlit stream | D |
| And their oars like bars of silver gleam | D |
| As they dip and flash and kiss the river | E |
| As swallows do till the moonbeams quiver | E |
| Then the ripples die | F |
| And the girlish cry | F |
| Floats gaily again to the summer sky | F |
| - | |
| Ready Go | G |
| As the arrow springs from the straightened bow | H |
| The skiffs dart off for the distant goal | I |
| The oars are bent like blades of steel | J |
| And the hissing waters cleft in twain | K |
| Curl away astern in a feathery train | K |
| While girlish laughter peal on peal | J |
| Rings over the river and over the shore | L |
| And from the island the echoes roll | I |
| We hear the mysterious voice again | M |
| We have won we have won | N |
| Will you race once more | L |
| - | |
| The water drips in golden rain | K |
| From the blade of the resting oar | L |
| Again we take our place and again | M |
| That clear voice wakes the shore | L |
| Go And we bend to our oars once more | L |
| And banks fly past till the gleaming meadows | O |
| Give place to the woods and their gloomy shadows | O |
| - | |
| Our skiff is steered by skilful hands | P |
| Its rowers' arms are strong | Q |
| But muscles are not iron bands | P |
| To bear such conflict long | Q |
| And hearts beat hard and breath comes fast | R |
| And cheeks too hotly burn | S |
| Before the welcome goal is passed | R |
| The rest two lengths astern | S |
| - | |
| The evening air is growing chill | T |
| The moon is sinking low | G |
| The race is ours across the wave | U |
| We call but nothing answers save | U |
| The winds that gently blow | G |
| Come race again But all in vain | S |
| The silvery voice is still | T |
Arthur Weir
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