The Wood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDB EFEFGGH IJIIKKI LKLKIIK IMIMNOM PIPIKKI QRQRSTR ITISIIT UVUVIIV WXWXYYX IIIIIII SZTA2KKB2 C2IC2IA2A2I IIIIIII D2ID2IE2E2I IIIIF2F2I G2ZPZIIZ H2I2J2I2III2 IRIRXXI B2IA2IPYI PK2PL2M2M2K2| BUT two miles more and then we rest | A |
| Well there is still an hour of day | B |
| And long the brightness of the West | A |
| Will light us on our devious way | B |
| Sit then awhile here in this wood | C |
| So total is the solitude | D |
| We safely may delay | B |
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| These massive roots afford a seat | E |
| Which seems for weary travellers made | F |
| There rest The air is soft and sweet | E |
| In this sequestered forest glade | F |
| And there are scents of flowers around | G |
| The evening dew draws from the ground | G |
| How soothingly they spread | H |
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| Yes I was tired but not at heart | I |
| No that beats full of sweet content | J |
| For now I have my natural part | I |
| Of action with adventure blent | I |
| Cast forth on the wide vorld with thee | K |
| And all my once waste energy | K |
| To weighty purpose bent | I |
| - | |
| Yet say'st thou spies around us roam | L |
| Our aims are termed conspiracy | K |
| Haply no more our English home | L |
| An anchorage for us may be | K |
| That there is risk our mutual blood | I |
| May redden in some lonely wood | I |
| The knife of treachery | K |
| - | |
| Say'st thou that where we lodge each night | I |
| In each lone farm or lonelier hall | M |
| Of Norman Peer ere morning light | I |
| Suspicion must as duly fall | M |
| As day returns such vigilance | N |
| Presides and watches over France | O |
| Such rigour governs all | M |
| - | |
| I fear not William dost thou fear | P |
| So that the knife does not divide | I |
| It may be ever hovering near | P |
| I could not tremble at thy side | I |
| And strenuous love like mine for thee | K |
| Is buckler strong 'gainst treachery | K |
| And turns its stab aside | I |
| - | |
| I am resolved that thou shalt learn | Q |
| To trust my strength as I trust thine | R |
| I am resolved our souls shall burn | Q |
| With equal steady mingling shine | R |
| Part of the field is conquered now | S |
| Our lives in the same channel flow | T |
| Along the self same line | R |
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| And while no groaning storm is heard | I |
| Thou seem'st content it should be so | T |
| But soon as comes a warning word | I |
| Of danger straight thine anxious brow | S |
| Bends over me a mournful shade | I |
| As doubting if my powers are made | I |
| To ford the floods of woe | T |
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| Know then it is my spirit swells | U |
| And drinks with eager joy the air | V |
| Of freedom where at last it dwells | U |
| Chartered a common task to share | V |
| With thee and then it stirs alert | I |
| And pants to learn what menaced hurt | I |
| Demands for thee its care | V |
| - | |
| Remember I have crossed the deep | W |
| And stood with thee on deck to gaze | X |
| On waves that rose in threatening heap | W |
| While stagnant lay a heavy haze | X |
| Dimly confusing sea with sky | Y |
| And baffling even the pilot's eye | Y |
| Intent to thread the maze | X |
| - | |
| Of rocks on Bretagne's dangerous coast | I |
| And find a way to steer our band | I |
| To the one point obscure which lost | I |
| Flung us as victims on the strand | I |
| All elsewhere gleamed the Gallic sword | I |
| And not a wherry could be moored | I |
| Along the guarded land | I |
| - | |
| I feared not then I fear not now | S |
| The interest of each stirring scene | Z |
| Wakes a new sense a welcome glow | T |
| In every nerve and bounding vein | A2 |
| Alike on turbid Channel sea | K |
| Or in still wood of Normandy | K |
| I feel as born again | B2 |
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| The rain descended that wild morn | C2 |
| When anchoring in the cove at last | I |
| Our band all weary and forlorn | C2 |
| Ashore like wave worn sailors cast | I |
| Sought for a sheltering roof in vain | A2 |
| And scarce could scanty food obtain | A2 |
| To break their morning fast | I |
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| Thou didst thy crust with me divide | I |
| Thou didst thy cloak around me fold | I |
| And sitting silent by thy side | I |
| I ate the bread in peace untold | I |
| Given kindly from thy hand 'twas sweet | I |
| As costly fare or princely treat | I |
| On royal plate of gold | I |
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| Sharp blew the sleet upon my face | D2 |
| And rising wild the gusty wind | I |
| Drove on those thundering waves apace | D2 |
| Our crew so late had left behind | I |
| But spite of frozen shower and storm | E2 |
| So close to thee my heart beat warm | E2 |
| And tranquil slept my mind | I |
| - | |
| So now nor foot sore nor opprest | I |
| With walking all this August day | I |
| I taste a heaven in this brief rest | I |
| This gipsy halt beside the way | I |
| England's wild flowers are fair to view | F2 |
| Like balm is England's summer dew | F2 |
| Like gold her sunset ray | I |
| - | |
| But the white violets growing here | G2 |
| Are sweeter than I yet have seen | Z |
| And ne'er did dew so pure and clear | P |
| Distil on forest mosses green | Z |
| As now called forth by summer heat | I |
| Perfumes our cool and fresh retreat | I |
| These fragrant limes between | Z |
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| That sunset Look beneath the boughs | H2 |
| Over the copse beyond the hills | I2 |
| How soft yet deep and warm it glows | J2 |
| And heaven with rich suffusion fills | I2 |
| With hues where still the opal's tint | I |
| Its gleam of poisoned fire is blent | I |
| Where flame through azure thrills | I2 |
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| Depart we now for fast will fade | I |
| That solemn splendour of decline | R |
| And deep must be the after shade | I |
| As stars alone to night will shine | R |
| No moon is destined pale to gaze | X |
| On such a day's vast Phoenix blaze | X |
| A day in fires decayed | I |
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| There hand in hand we tread again | B2 |
| The mazes of this varying wood | I |
| And soon amid a cultured plain | A2 |
| Girt in with fertile solitude | I |
| We shall our resting place descry | P |
| Marked by one roof tree towering high | Y |
| Above a farm stead rude | I |
| - | |
| Refreshed erelong with rustic fare | P |
| We'll seek a couch of dreamless ease | K2 |
| Courage will guard thy heart from fear | P |
| And Love give mine divinest peace | L2 |
| To morrow brings more dangerous toil | M2 |
| And through its conflict and turmoil | M2 |
| We'll pass as God shall please | K2 |
Charlotte Bronta
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