Songs In A Cornfield Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDECE FEGEGEHEIEFJHKLHEH MHMH NOPO QRKRSTSTSTSTOUVUTUWR KR WXMXYZA2ZB2Z C2D2E2D2 HHEEH HHEEH HHEEH UF2G2F2H2F2CF2 H2H2H2H2 I2I2I2I2 HHHH TTTT H2CHCH2BJ2BA song in a cornfield | A |
Where corn begins to fall | B |
Where reapers are reaping | C |
Reaping one reaping all | B |
Sing pretty Lettice | D |
Sing Rachel sing May | E |
Only Marian cannot sing | C |
While her sweetheart's away | E |
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Where is he gone to | F |
And why does he stay | E |
He came across the green sea | G |
But for a day | E |
Across the deep green sea | G |
To help with the hay | E |
His hair was curly yellow | H |
And his eyes were gray | E |
He laughed a merry laugh | I |
And said a sweet say | E |
Where is he gone to | F |
That he comes not home | J |
To day or to morrow | H |
He surely will come | K |
Let him haste to joy | L |
Lest he lag for sorrow | H |
For one weeps to day | E |
Who'll not weep to morrow | H |
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To day she must weep | M |
For gnawing sorrow | H |
To night she may sleep | M |
And not wake to morrow | H |
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May sang with Rachel | N |
In the waxing warm weather | O |
Lettice sang with them | P |
They sang all together | O |
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Take the wheat in your arm | Q |
Whilst day is broad above | R |
Take the wheat to your bosom | K |
But not a false false love | R |
Out in the fields | S |
Summer heat gloweth | T |
Out in the fields | S |
Summer wind bloweth | T |
Out in the fields | S |
Summer friend showeth | T |
Out in the fields | S |
Summer wheat groweth | T |
But in the winter | O |
When summer heat is dead | U |
And summer wind has veered | V |
And summer friend has fled | U |
Only summer wheat remaineth | T |
White cakes and bread | U |
Take the wheat clasp the wheat | W |
That's food for maid and dove | R |
Take the wheat to your bosom | K |
But not a false false love | R |
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A silence of full noontide heat | W |
Grew on them at their toil | X |
The farmer's dog woke up from sleep | M |
The green snake hid her coil | X |
Where grass stood thickest bird and beast | Y |
Sought shadows as they could | Z |
The reaping men and women paused | A2 |
And sat down where they stood | Z |
They ate and drank and were refreshed | B2 |
For rest from toil is good | Z |
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While the reapers took their ease | C2 |
Their sickles lying by | D2 |
Rachel sang a second strain | E2 |
And singing seemed to sigh | D2 |
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There goes the swallow | H |
Could we but follow | H |
Hasty swallow stay | E |
Point us out the way | E |
Look back swallow turn back swallow stop swallow | H |
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There went the swallow | H |
Too late to follow | H |
Lost our note of way | E |
Lost our chance to day | E |
Good by swallow sunny swallow wise swallow | H |
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After the swallow | H |
All sweet things follow | H |
All things go their way | E |
Only we must stay | E |
Must not follow good by swallow good swallow | H |
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Then listless Marian raised her head | U |
Among the nodding sheaves | F2 |
Her voice was sweeter than that voice | G2 |
She sang like one who grieves | F2 |
Her voice was sweeter than its wont | H2 |
Among the nodding sheaves | F2 |
All wondered while they heard her sing | C |
Like one who hopes and grieves | F2 |
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Deeper than the hail can smite | H2 |
Deeper than the frost can bite | H2 |
Deep asleep through day and night | H2 |
Our delight | H2 |
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Now thy sleep no pang can break | I2 |
No to morrow bid thee wake | I2 |
Not our sobs who sit and ache | I2 |
For thy sake | I2 |
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Is it dark or light below | H |
O but is it cold like snow | H |
Dost thou feel the green things grow | H |
Fast or slow | H |
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Is it warm or cold beneath | T |
O but is it cold like death | T |
Cold like death without a breath | T |
Cold like death | T |
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If he comes to day | H2 |
He will find her weeping | C |
If he comes to morrow | H |
He will find her sleeping | C |
If he comes the next day | H2 |
He'll not find her at all | B |
He may tear his curling hair | J2 |
Beat his breast and call | B |
Christina Rossetti
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