As The Team's Head- Brass Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIBJI KL MNO BPQRSTUVW XYQNNZA2B2| As the team's head brass flashed out on the turn | A |
| The lovers disappeared into the wood | B |
| I sat among the boughs of the fallen elm | C |
| That strewed the angle of the fallow and | D |
| Watched the plough narrowing a yellow square | E |
| Of charlock Every time the horses turned | F |
| Instead of treading me down the ploughman leaned | G |
| Upon the handles to say or ask a word | H |
| About the weather next about the war | I |
| Scraping the share he faced towards the wood | B |
| And screwed along the furrow till the brass flashed | J |
| Once more | I |
| - | |
| The blizzard felled the elm whose crest | K |
| I sat in by a woodpecker's round hole | L |
| The ploughman said 'When will they take it away ' | - |
| 'When the war's over ' So the talk began | M |
| One minute and an interval of ten | N |
| A minute more and the same interval | O |
| 'Have you been out ' 'No ' 'And don't want to perhaps ' | - |
| 'If I could only come back again I should | B |
| I could spare an arm I shouldn't want to lose | P |
| A leg If I should lose my head why so | Q |
| I should want nothing more Have many gone | R |
| From here ' 'Yes ' 'Many lost ' 'Yes a good few | S |
| Only two teams work on the farm this year | T |
| One of my mates is dead The second day | U |
| In France they killed him It was back in March | V |
| The very night of the blizzard too Now if | W |
| He had stayed here we should have moved the tree ' | - |
| 'And I should not have sat here Everything | X |
| Would have been different For it would have been | Y |
| Another world ' 'Ay and a better though | Q |
| If we could see all all might seem good ' Then | N |
| The lovers came out of the wood again | N |
| The horses started and for the last time | Z |
| I watched the clods crumble and topple over | A2 |
| After the ploughshare and the stumbling team | B2 |
Edward Thomas
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