Out Of The Fulness Of The Heart The Mouth Speaketh Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCDEFFFGHIHJKJK LMLMNBNB OPOPQRQRESESNTNT| In answer to those who have said that English Poets | A |
| give no personal love to their country | B |
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| England my country austere in the clamorous council of nations | C |
| Set in the seat of the mighty wielding the sword of the strong | D |
| Have we but sung of your glory firm in eternal foundations | C |
| Are not your woods and your meadows the core of our heart and our song | D |
| O dear fields of my country grass growing green glowing golden | E |
| Green in the patience of winter gold in the pageant of spring | F |
| Oaks and young larches awaking wind flowers and violets blowing | F |
| What if God sets us to singing what save you shall we sing | F |
| Who but our England is fair through the veil of her poets' praises | G |
| What but the pastoral face the fruitful beautiful breast | H |
| Are not your poets' meadows starred with the English daisies | I |
| Were not the wings of their song birds fledged in an English nest | H |
| Songs of the leaves in the sunlight songs of the fern brake in shadow | J |
| Songs of the world of the woods and songs of the marsh and the mere | K |
| Are they not English woods dear English marshland and meadow | J |
| Have not your poets loved you England are you not dear | K |
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| Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom | L |
| Living amber of wheat and copper of new ploughed loam | M |
| Downs where the white sheep wander little gardens in blossom | L |
| Roads that wind through the twilight up to the lights of home | M |
| Lanes that are white with hawthorn dykes where the sedges shiver | N |
| Hollows where caged winds slumber moorlands where winds wake free | B |
| Sowing and reaping and gleaning spring and torrent and river | N |
| Are they not more by worlds than the whole of the world can be | B |
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| Is there a corner of land a furze fringed rag of a by way | O |
| Coign of your foam white cliffs or swirl of your grass green waves | P |
| Leaf of your peaceful copse or dust of your strenuous highway | O |
| But in our hearts is sacred dear as our cradles our graves | P |
| Is not each bough in your orchards each cloud in the skies above you | Q |
| Is not each byre or homestead furrow or farm or fold | R |
| Dear as the last dear drops of the blood in the hearts that love you | Q |
| Filling those hearts till the love is more than the heart can hold | R |
| Therefore the song breaks forth from the depths of the hidden fountain | E |
| Singing your least frail flower your raiment of seas and skies | S |
| Singing your pasture and cornfield fen and valley and mountain | E |
| England desire of my heart England delight of mine eyes | S |
| Take my song too my country many a son and debtor | N |
| Pays you in praise and homage out of your gifts' full store | T |
| Life of my life my England many will praise you better | N |
| None by the God that made you ever can love you more | T |
E. (edith) Nesbit
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