The Forest Road Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCADBCEFGHIJKLMNOPQ RSTUVIWXYBIZA2B2QC2D 2E2TAF2IZG2TIIIE2EBH 2QI2J2TK2IQBL2TM2TN2 I A O2I| The forest road | A |
| The infinite straight road stretching away | B |
| World without end the breathless road between the walls | C |
| Of the black listening trees the hushed grey road | A |
| Beyond the window that you shut to night | D |
| Crying that you would look at it by day | B |
| There is a shadow there that sings and calls | C |
| But not for you Oh hidden eyes that plead in sleep | E |
| Against the lonely dark if I could touch the fear | F |
| And leave it kissed away on quiet lids | G |
| If I could hush these hands that are half awake | H |
| Groping for me in sleep I could go free | I |
| I wish that God would take them out of mine | J |
| And fold them like the wings of frightened birds | K |
| Shot cruelly down but fluttering into quietness so soon | L |
| Broken forgotten things there is no grief for them in the green Spring | M |
| When the new birds fly back to the old trees | N |
| But it shall not be so with you I will look back I wish I knew that God would stand | O |
| Smiling and looking down on you when morning comes | P |
| To hold you when you wake closer than I | Q |
| So gently though and not with famished lips or hungry arms | R |
| He does not hurt the frailest dearest things | S |
| As we do in the dark See dear your hair | T |
| I must unloose this hair that sleeps and dreams | U |
| About my face and clings like the brown weed | V |
| To drowned delivered things tossed by the tired sea | I |
| Back to the beaches Oh your hair If you had lain | W |
| A long time dead on the rough glistening ledge | X |
| Of some black cliff forgotten by the tide | Y |
| The raving winds would tear the dripping brine would rust away | B |
| Fold after fold of all the loveliness | I |
| That wraps you round and makes you lying here | Z |
| The passionate fragrance that the roses are | A2 |
| But death would spare the glory of your head | B2 |
| In the long sweetness of the hair that does not die | Q |
| The spray would leap to it in every storm | C2 |
| The scent of the unsilenced sea would linger on | D2 |
| In these dark waves and round the silence that was you | E2 |
| Only the nesting gulls would hear but there would still be whispers in your hair | T |
| Keep them for me keep them for me What is this singing on the road | A |
| That makes all other music like the music in a dream | F2 |
| Dumb to the dancing and the marching feet you know in dreams you see | I |
| Old pipers playing that you cannot hear | Z |
| And ghostly drums that only seem to beat This seems to climb | G2 |
| Is it the music of a larger place It makes our room too small it is like a stair | T |
| A calling stair that climbs up to a smile you scarcely see | I |
| Dim but so waited for and you know what a smile is how it calls | I |
| How if I smiled you always ran to me | I |
| Now you must sleep forgetfully as children do | E2 |
| There is a Spirit sits by us in sleep | E |
| Nearer than those who walk with us in the bright day | B |
| I think he has a tranquil saving face I think he came | H2 |
| Straight from the hills he may have suffered there in time gone by | Q |
| And once from those forsaken heights looked down | I2 |
| Lonely himself on all the lonely sorrows of the earth | J2 |
| It is his kingdom Sleep If I could leave you there | T |
| If without waking you I could get up and reach the door | K2 |
| We used to go together Shut scared eyes | I |
| Poor desolate desperate hands it is not I | Q |
| Who thrust you off No take your hands away | B |
| I cannot strike your lonely hands Yes I have struck your heart | L2 |
| It did not come so near Then lie you there | T |
| Dear and wild heart behind this quivering snow | M2 |
| With two red stains on it and I will strike and tear | T |
| Mine out and scatter it to yours Oh throbbing dust | N2 |
| You that were life our little wind blown hearts | I |
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| The road the road | A |
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| There is a shadow there I see my soul | O2 |
| I hear my soul singing among the trees | I |
Charlotte Mary Mew
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