Fern Hill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFBG HIBBJKLMBN OPQBRSOTSSU GVWXOGYZA2S SB2C2SOSSWS D2BE2YF2SE2SYB

lilting house and happy as the grass was greenA
The night above the dingle starryB
Time let me hail and climbC
Golden in the heydays of his eyesD
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple townsE
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leavesF
Trail with daisies and barleyB
Down the rivers of the windfall lightG
-
And as I was green and carefree famous among the barnsH
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was homeI
In the sun that is young once onlyB
Time let me play and beB
Golden in the mercy of his meansJ
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman the calvesK
Sang to my horn the foxes on the hills barked clear andL
coldM
And the sabbath rang slowlyB
In the pebbles of the holy streamsN
-
All the sun long it was running it was lovely the hayO
Fields high as the house the tunes from the chimneys it wasP
airQ
And playing lovely and wateryB
And fire green as grassR
And nightly under the simple starsS
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm awayO
All the moon long I heard blessed among stables theT
nightjarsS
Flying with the ricks and the horsesS
Flashing into the darkU
-
And then to awake and the farm like a wanderer whiteG
With the dew come back the cock on his shoulder it was allV
Shining it was Adam and maidenW
The sky gathered againX
And the sun grew round that very dayO
So it must have been after the birth of the simple lightG
In the first spinning place the spellbound horses walkingY
warmZ
Out of the whinnying green stableA2
On to the fields of praiseS
-
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay houseS
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was longB2
In the sun born over and overC2
I ran my heedless waysS
My wishes raced through the house high hayO
And nothing I cared at my sky blue trades that time allowsS
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songsS
Before the children green and goldenW
Follow him out of graceS
-
Nothing I cared in the lamb white days that time wouldD2
take meB
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my handE2
In the moon that is always risingY
Nor that riding to sleepF2
I should hear him fly with the high fieldsS
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless landE2
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his meansS
Time held me green and dyingY
Though I sang in my chains like the seaB

Dylan Thomas



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