The Dove Has A Word Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGH IJKLMANAOO PQRSTHTHH

With a sprig in my beak I repeatedly seekA
For a spot where a poor bird may restB
While tumultuous man strives in vain for a planC
That may build me a permanent nestB
But I'm sick of this search All I ask is a perchD
In a cope neither gaudy nor grandE
And they need me they say in a 'passionate' wayF
But as soon as I venture to landE
There's a clashing of scabbards a barking of dogsG
And I'm off once again to the ambient fogsH
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I'd a job long ago for old Noah you knowI
And I hadn't much trouble with thatJ
But this mechanised age makes the searching a rageK
For a synthetic Mont AraratL
I have sought me a home o'er Locarno and RomeM
O'er Geneva week after drear weekA
I have hovered and wheeled and while the nations appealedN
But as soon as a haven I seekA
There's a beating of drums and a yelling of fearO
And I'm off once again to the calm stratosphereO
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And now sounds a cooing a tentative wooingP
Where Italy's olive groves gleamQ
And they press a bland oil from the fruits of their soilR
Is it olive they offer Or wait they profferS
That oil named for Pollux's twinT
That unguent whose use 'mid Rome's rashly obtsueH
Helped the Fascist ideal to winT
If 'tis this I am off to the cradle of starsH
For a home with old bluff unequivocal MarsH

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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