The Trees Are Down Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDEFD GGHIGH JKLMMKNNOP QRSQR ITTUUGGGG| and he cried with a loud voice Hurt not the earth neither the sea nor the trees Revelation | A |
| - | |
| They are cutting down the great plane trees at the end of | B |
| the gardens | C |
| For days there has been the grate of the saw the swish of | B |
| the branches as they fall | D |
| The crash of the trunks the rustle of trodden leaves | E |
| With the 'Whoops' and the 'Whoa' the loud common talk | F |
| the loud common laughs of the men above it all | D |
| - | |
| I remember one evening of a long past Spring | G |
| Turning in at a gate getting out of a cart and finding | G |
| a large dead rat in the mud of the drive | H |
| I remember thinking alive or dead a rat was a | I |
| god forsaken thing | G |
| But at least in May that even a rat should be alive | H |
| - | |
| The week's work here is as good as done There is just | J |
| one bough | K |
| On the roped bole in the fine grey rain | L |
| Green and high | M |
| And lonely against the sky | M |
| Down now | K |
| And but for that | N |
| If an old dead rat | N |
| Did once for a moment unmake the Spring I might never | O |
| have thought of him again | P |
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| It is not for a moment the Spring is unmade to day | Q |
| These were great trees it was in them from root to stem | R |
| When the men with the 'Whoops' and the 'Whoas' have carted | S |
| the whole of the whispering loveliness away | Q |
| Half the Spring for me will have gone with them | R |
| - | |
| It is going now and my heart has been struck with the | I |
| hearts of the planes | T |
| Half my life it has beat with these in the sun in the rains | T |
| In the March wind the May breeze | U |
| In the great gales that came over to them across the roofs from the great seas | U |
| There was only a quiet rain when they were dying | G |
| They must have heard the sparrows flying | G |
| And the small creeping creatures in the earth where they were lying | G |
| But I all day I heard an angel crying | G |
| 'Hurt not the trees ' | - |
Charlotte Mary Mew
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