The Village Saturday Night Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGGHIJIIJJIIKLI MNIOIGGPIBB QPRSITU VWNXV YZYA2A2 B2IC2IFC2| The damsel from the field returns | A |
| The sun is sinking in the west | B |
| Her bundle on her head she sets | C |
| And in her hand she bears | D |
| A bunch of roses and of violets | E |
| To morrow is a holiday | F |
| And she as usual must them wear | G |
| Upon her bodice in her hair | G |
| The old crone sits among her mates | H |
| Upon the stairs and spins | I |
| And looking at the fading light | J |
| Of good old fashioned times she prates | I |
| When she too dressed for holidays | I |
| And with light heart and limb as light | J |
| Would dance at night | J |
| With the companions of her merry days | I |
| The twilight shades around us close | I |
| The sky to deepest blue is turned | K |
| From hills and roofs the shadows fall | L |
| And the new moon her face of silver shows | I |
| And now the cheerful bell | M |
| Proclaims the coming festival | N |
| By its familiar voice | I |
| How every heart is cheered | O |
| The children all in troops | I |
| Around the little square | G |
| Go leaping here and there | G |
| And make a joyful sound | P |
| Meanwhile the ploughman whistling returns | I |
| Unto his humble nest | B |
| And thinks with pleasure of his day of rest | B |
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| Then when all other lights are out | Q |
| And all is silent round | P |
| The hammer's stroke we hear | R |
| We hear the saw of carpenter | S |
| Who with closed doors his vigil keeps | I |
| Toils o'er his lamp and strives so hard | T |
| His work to finish ere the dawn appear | U |
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| The dearest day of all the week | V |
| Is this of hope and joy so full | W |
| To morrow sad and dull | N |
| The hours will bring for each must in his thought | X |
| His customary task work seek | V |
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| Thou little sportive boy | Y |
| This blooming age of thine | Z |
| Is like to day so full of joy | Y |
| And is the day indeed | A2 |
| That must the sabbath of thy life precede | A2 |
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| Enjoy it then my darling child | B2 |
| Nor speed the flying hours | I |
| I say to thee no more | C2 |
| Alas in this sad world of ours | I |
| How far exceeds the holiday | F |
| The day that goes before | C2 |
Count Giacomo Leopardi
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