The Fugitives Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EEFGG HHII HHHJJ

We are they that go that goA
Plunging before the hidden blowA
We run the byways of the earthB
For we are fugitive from birthB
Blindfolded with wide hands abroadC
That sow that sow the sullen sodD
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We cannot wait we cannot stopE
For flushing field or quickened cropE
The orange bow of dusky dawnF
Glimmers our smoking swath uponG
Blindfolded still we hurry onG
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How we do know the ways we runH
That are blindfolded from the sunH
We stagger swiftly to the callI
Our wide hands feeling for the wallI
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Oh ye who climb to some clear heavenH
By grace of day and leisure givenH
Pity us fugitive and drivenH
The lithe whip curling on our trackJ
The headlong haste that looks not backJ

Florence Wilkinson



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