Rooks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB BAB ABAB

There where the rusty iron liesA
The rooks are cawing all the dayB
Perhaps no man until he diesA
Will understand them what they sayB
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The evening makes the sky like clayB
The slow wind waits for night to riseA
The world is half content But theyB
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Still trouble all the trees with criesA
That know and cannot put awayB
The yearning to the soul that fliesA
From day to night from night to dayB

Charles Hamilton Sorley



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