No News From The War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFGF EHIH JKE B LMLM NFOF PQRQ SFS D TUTU QVQW XQXQ FYF| I At The Camp | A |
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| 'IS she sitting in the meadow | B |
| Where the brook leaps to the mill | C |
| Leaning low against the poplar | D |
| Dreamily and still | C |
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| Now with joined hands grave now smiling | E |
| Gathering now and then | F |
| From her lap her woodland darlings | G |
| Pale sweet cyclamen | F |
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| Sitting as she sat that evening | E |
| Trying to feel that sweet same | H |
| Who was waiting me and knew not | I |
| Feel as when I came | H |
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| Feel again the strange shy newness | J |
| The betrothing one first kiss | K |
| Oh my own you are remembering | E |
| In an hour like this ' | - |
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| II In The Meadow | B |
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| 'HERE here it was he made me promise him | L |
| He stood beneath that branch here was his seat | M |
| Just where the bole's shade makes the sunlights dim | L |
| Beside me at my feet | M |
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| Ah since so many times we have sat here | N |
| And who can tell when that shall be again | F |
| My love my love But what have I to fear | O |
| Could prayers like mine be vain | F |
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| He will not fall my hero he will come | P |
| Bringing ripe honours more to honour me | Q |
| He will come scatheless back and tell his home | R |
| He helped to keep it free | Q |
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| Oh love I was so proud of you before | S |
| How can I be so much much prouder now | F |
| And how can I grow prouder more and more | S |
| Ah but my heart knows how ' | - |
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| III From A Special Correspondent's Letter | D |
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| 'AND still no news to matter Fights each day | T |
| Hundreds of killed and wounded but we wait | U |
| This great impending battle which they say | T |
| Will be more terrible even than the late | U |
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| It must come soon to morrow it might be | Q |
| Now since I can tell nothing let me give | V |
| An incident merely to make you see | Q |
| How near to death all of us here must live | W |
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| This morning on my chosen slope from whence | X |
| My watch I thought was safe I chanced to see | Q |
| A young and stalwart captain leap a fence | X |
| To pluck a cyclamen not far from me | Q |
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| Which made me note his face this afternoon | F |
| On that same slope I saw his body lie | Y |
| Among a dozen Well you may look soon | F |
| For tidings of some moment Now good bye ' | - |
Augusta Davies Webster
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