Scotland 1941 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDCEDE FGFGHIJKIKHLML JGDGDNLMOPPOQQNWe were a tribe a family a people | A |
Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field | B |
And all may read the folio of our fable | A |
Peruse the sword the sceptre and the shield | B |
A simple sky roofed in that rustic day | C |
The busy corn fields and the haunted holms | D |
The green road winding up the ferny brae | C |
But Knox and Melville clapped their preaching palms | D |
And bundled all the harvesters away | C |
Hoodicrow Peden in the blighted corn | E |
Hacked with his rusty beak the starving haulms | D |
Out of that desolation we were born | E |
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Courage beyond the point and obdurate pride | F |
Made us a nation robbed us of a nation | G |
Defiance absolute and myriad eyed | F |
That could not pluck the palm plucked our damnation | G |
We with such courage and the bitter wit | H |
To fell the ancient oak of loyalty | I |
And strip the peopled hill and altar bare | J |
And crush the poet with an iron text | K |
How could we read our souls and learn to be | I |
Here a dull drove of faces harsh and vexed | K |
We watch our cities burning in their pit | H |
To salve our souls grinding dull lucre out | L |
We fanatics of the frustrate and the half | M |
Who once set Purgatory Hill in doubt | L |
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Now smoke and dearth and money everywhere | J |
Mean heirlooms of each fainter generation | G |
And mummied housegods in their musty niches | D |
Burns and Scott sham bards of a sham nation | G |
And spiritual defeat wrapped warm in riches | D |
No pride but pride of pelf Long since the young | N |
Fought in great bloody battles to carve out | L |
This towering pulpit of the Golden Calf | M |
Montrose Mackail Argyle perverse and brave | O |
Twisted the stream unhooped the ancestral hill | P |
Never had Dee or Don or Yarrow or Till | P |
Huddled such thriftless honour in a grave | O |
Such wasted bravery idle as a song | Q |
Such hard won ill might prove Time's verdict wrong | Q |
And melt to pity the annalist's iron tongue | N |
Edwin Muir
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