Thoughts In A Wheat-field Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHAE DBIJKBFLD HMBBNODHOP QRBRSDBBBP DBRHBARDA| IN his wide fields walks the Master | A |
| In his fair fields ripe for harvest | B |
| Where the evening sun shines slant wise | C |
| On the rich ears heavy bending | D |
| Saith the Master 'It is time ' | E |
| Though no leaf shows brown decadence | F |
| And September's nightly frost bite | G |
| Only reddens the horizon | H |
| 'It is full time ' saith the Master | A |
| The wise Master 'It is time ' | E |
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| Lo he looks That look compelling | D |
| Brings his laborers to the harvest | B |
| Quick they gather as in autumn | I |
| Passage birds in cloudy eddies | J |
| Drop upon the seaside fields | K |
| White wings have they and white raiment | B |
| White feet shod with swift obedience | F |
| Each lays down his golden palm branch | L |
| And uprears his sickle shining | D |
| 'Speak O Master is it time ' | - |
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| O'er the field the servants hasten | H |
| Where the full stored ears droop downwards | M |
| Humble with their weight of harvest | B |
| Where the empty ears wave upward | B |
| And the gay tares flaunt in rows | N |
| But the sickles the sharp sickles | O |
| Flash new dawn at their appearing | D |
| Songs are heard in earth and heaven | H |
| For the reapers are the angels | O |
| And it is the harvest time | P |
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| O Great Master are thy footsteps | Q |
| Even now upon the mountains | R |
| Are thou walking in thy wheat field | B |
| Are the snowy wing d reapers | R |
| Gathering in the silent air | S |
| Are thy signs abroad the glowing | D |
| Of the distant sky blood reddened | B |
| And the near fields trodden blighted | B |
| Choked by gaudy tares triumphant | B |
| Sure it must be harvest time | P |
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| Who shall know the Master's coming | D |
| Whether it be at dawn or sunset | B |
| When night dews weigh down the wheat ears | R |
| Or while noon rides high in heaven | H |
| Sleeping lies the yellow field | B |
| Only may thy voice Good Master | A |
| Peal above the reapers' chorus | R |
| And dull sound of sheaves slow falling | D |
| 'Gather all into My garner | A |
| For it is My harvest time ' | - |
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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