The Better Part Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGHGIAIA

THERE'S a grey old church on a wind swept hillA
Where three bent yew trees cowerB
The gipsy roses grow there stillA
And the thyme and Saint John's gold flowerB
The pale blue violets that love the chalkC
Cling light round the lichened stoneD
And starlings chatter and grey owls talkE
In the belfry o' nights aloneD
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It's a thousand leagues and a thousand yearsF
From the brick built gas lit townG
To the little church where the wild thyme hearsH
The bees and the breeze of the downG
The town is crowded and hard and roughI
Let those fight in its press who willA
But the little churchyard is quiet enoughI
And there's room in the churchyard stillA

Edith Nesbit



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