The Call Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF

I must get out to the woods again to the whispering tree and the birds a wingA
Away from the haunts of pale faced men to the spaces wide where strength is kingA
I must get out where the skies are blue and the air is clean and the rest is sweetB
Out where there's never a task to do or a goal to reach or a foe to meetB
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I must get out on the trails once more that wind through shadowy haunts and coolC
Away from the presence of wall and door and see myself in a crystal poolC
I must get out with the silent things where neither laughter nor hate is heardD
Where malice never the humblest stings and no one is hurt by a spoken wordD
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Oh I've heard the call of the tall white pine and heard the call of the running brookE
I'm tired of the tasks which each day are mine I'm weary of reading a printed bookE
I want to get out of the din and strife the clang and clamor of turning wheelF
And walk for a day where life is life and the joys are true and the pictures realF

Edgar Albert Guest



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