God-s Acre Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGCHIJ EKLCFMNNCOPEQA RSTUVWXYZA2YEB2 YYJC2D2E2F2G2E H2C2YI2PJ2K2YC2L2YM2 TCN2 H2IO2IP2Y| In Memory Of In Fondest Recollection Of | A |
| In Loving Memory Of In Fond | B |
| Remembrance Died in October Died at Sea | C |
| Who died at sea The name of the seaport | D |
| Escapes her gone blown with the eastwind over | E |
| The tombs and yews into the apple orchard | F |
| Over the road where gleams a wagon top | G |
| And gone The eastwind gallops up from sea | C |
| Bringing salt and gulls The marsh smell too | H |
| Strong in September mud and reeds the reeds | I |
| Rattling like bones | J |
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| She shifts the grass clipper | E |
| From right to left hand clips and clips the grass | K |
| The broken column carefully broken on which | L |
| The blackbird hen is laughing in fondest memory | C |
| Burden Who was this Burden to be remembered | F |
| Or Potter The Potter rejected by the Pot | M |
| Here lies Josephus Burden who departed | N |
| This life the fourth of August nineteen hundred | N |
| And He Said Come Josephus Burden forty | C |
| Gross ribald with strong hands on which grew hair | O |
| And red ears kinked with hair and northblue eyes | P |
| Held in one hand a hammer in the other | E |
| A nail He drove the nail This was enough | Q |
| Or also did he love | A |
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| She changes back | R |
| The clipper The blades are dull The grass is wet | S |
| And gums the blades In Loving Recollection | T |
| Four chains heavy hang round the vault What chance | U |
| For skeletons The dead men rise at night | V |
| Rattle the links Too heavy can t be budged | W |
| Try once again together NOW no use | X |
| They sit in moonless shadow gently talking | Y |
| Old Jones it must have been who made those chains | Z |
| I d like to see him lift them now The owl | A2 |
| That hunts in Wickham Wood comes over mewing | Y |
| An owl says one Most likely says another | E |
| They turn grey heads | B2 |
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| The seawind brings a breaking | Y |
| Bell sound among the yews and tombstones ringing | Y |
| The twisted whorls of bronze on sunlit stones | J |
| Sacred memory affectionate O God | C2 |
| What travesty is this the blackbird soils | D2 |
| The broken column the worm at work in the skull | E2 |
| Feasts on medulla and the lewd thrush cracks | F2 |
| A snailshell on the vault He died on shipboard | G2 |
| Sea burial then were better | E |
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| On her knees | H2 |
| She clips and clips kneeling against the sod | C2 |
| Holding the world between her two knees pondering | Y |
| Downward as if her thought like men or apples | I2 |
| Fell ripely into earth Seablue her eyes | P |
| Turn to the sea Sea gulls are scavengers | J2 |
| Cruel of face but lovely By the dykes | K2 |
| The reeds rattle leaping in eastwind rattling | Y |
| Like bones In Fond Remembrance Of O God | C2 |
| That life is what it is and does not change | L2 |
| You there in earth and I above you kneeling | Y |
| You dead and I alive | M2 |
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| She prods a plantain | T |
| Of too ambitious root That largest yew tree | C |
| Clutching the hill | N2 |
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| She rises from stiff knees | H2 |
| Stiffly and treads the pebble path that leads | I |
| Downward to sea and town The marsh smell comes | O2 |
| Healthy and salt and fills her nostrils Reeds | I |
| Dance in the eastwind rattling warblers dart | P2 |
| Flashing from swaying reed to reed and sing | Y |
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