Boulogne To Amiens And Paris (3 To 11 P.m.; 3rd Class) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Strong extreme speed that the brain hurries with	A
Further than trees and hedges and green grass	B
Whitened by distance further than small pools	C
Held among fields and gardens further than	D
Haystacks and windmill sails and roofs and herds	E
The sea's last margin ceases at the sun	F
The sea has left us but the sun remains	G
Sometimes the country spreads aloof in tracts	H
Smooth from the harvest sometimes sky and land	I
Are shut from the square space the window leaves	J
By a dense crowd of trees stem behind stem	K
Passing across each other as we pass	B
Sometimes tall poplar wands stand white their heads	L
Outmeasuring the distant hills Sometimes	M
The ground has a deep greenness sometimes brown	N
In stubble and sometimes no ground at all	O
For the close strength of crops that stand unreaped	I
The water plots are sometimes all the sun's	P
Sometimes quite green through shadows filling them	K
Or islanded with growths of reeds or else	Q
Masked in grey dust like the wide face o' the fields	R
And still the swiftness lasts that to our speed	I
The trees seem shaken like a press of spears	S
There is some count of us folks travelling capped	I
Priesthood and lank hard featured soldiery	T
Females no women blouses Hunt and I	U
We are relayed at Amiens The steam	V
Snorts chafes and bridles like three hundred horse	W
And flings its dusky mane upon the air	T
Our company is thinned and lamps alight	I
But still there are the folks in travelling caps	X
No priesthood now but always soldiery	T
And babies to make up for show in noise	Y
Females no women blouses Hunt and I	U
Our windows at one side are shut for warmth	Z
Upon the other side a leaden sky	U
Hung in blank glare makes all the country dim	A2
Which too seems bald and meagre be it truth	B2
Or of the waxing darkness Here and there	T
The shade takes light where in thin patches stand	I
The unstirred dregs of water	T
Hunt can see	C2
A moon he says but I am too far back	D2
Still the same speed and thunder We are stopped	I
Again and speech tells clearer than in day	I
Hunt has just stretched to tell me that he fears	S
I and my note book may be taken for	T
The stuff that goes to make an missaire	T
De la perfide Let me abate my zeal	E2
There is a stout gendarme within the coach	F2
This cursed pitching is too bad My teeth	G2
Jingle together in it and my legs	H2
Which I got wet at Boulogne this good day	I
Wading for star fish are so chilled that I	U
Would don my coat were not these seats too hard	I
To spare it from beneath me and were not	I
The love of ease less than the love of sloth	I2
Hunt has just told me it is nearly eight	I
We do not reach till half past ten Drat verse	J2
And steam and Paris and the fins of Time	K2
Marry for me look you I will go sleep	L2
Most of them slept I could not held awake	M2
By jolting clamour with shut eyes my head	I
Willing to nod and fancy itself vague	N2
Only at Stations I looked round me when	O2
Short silence paused among us and I felt	I
A creeping in my feet from abrupt calm	P2
At such times Hunt would jerk himself and then	O2
Tumble uncouthly forward in his sleep	L2
This lasted near three hours The darkness now	Q2
Stayeth behind us on the sullen road	I
And all this light is Paris Dieu merci	J2
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PARIS Saturday Night	I
Send me dear William by return of post	I
As much as you can manage of that rhyme	K2
Incurred at Ventnor Bothers and delays	J2
Have still prevented me from copying this	J2
Till now now that I do so let it be	C2
Anticipative compensation	F
Num ro Rue Geoffroy Marie	C2
Faubourg Montmartre pr s des Boulevards	J2
Dear William labelled thus the thing will reach	R2

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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