Ballad Of Another Ophelia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBCD DCDC EFEF GHGH IDID IJKJ CACA| Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard | A |
| Lamps in a wash of rain | B |
| Oh the wet walk of my brown hen through the stackyard | A |
| Oh tears on the window pane | B |
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| Nothing now will ripen the bright green apples | C |
| Full of disappointment and of rain | B |
| Brackish they will taste of tears when the yellow dapples | C |
| Of autumn tell the withered tale again | D |
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| All round the yard it is cluck my brown hen | D |
| Cluck and the rain wet wings | C |
| Cluck my marigold bird and again | D |
| Cluck for your yellow darlings | C |
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| For the grey rat found the gold thirteen | E |
| Huddled away in the dark | F |
| Flutter for a moment oh the beast is quick and keen | E |
| Extinct one yellow fluffy spark | F |
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| Once I had a lover bright like running water | G |
| Once his face was laughing like the sky | H |
| Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter | G |
| On the buttercups and the buttercups was I | H |
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| What then is there hidden in the skirts of all the blossom | I |
| What is peeping from your wings oh mother hen | D |
| Tis the sun who asks the question in a lovely haste for wisdom | I |
| What a lovely haste for wisdom is in men | D |
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| Yea but it is cruel when undressed is all the blossom | I |
| And her shift is lying white upon the floor | J |
| That a grey one like a shadow like a rat a thief a rain storm | K |
| Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store | J |
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| Oh the grey garner that is full of half grown apples | C |
| Oh the golden sparkles laid extinct | A |
| And oh behind the cloud sheaves like yellow autumn dapples | C |
| Did you see the wicked sun that winked | A |
David Herbert Lawrence
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