The Feud Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAAC DEDDD F FFF G HHH IBIII JBJJJ K KKK LELLL| I hear a cry from the Sansard cave | A |
| O mother will no one hearken | B |
| A cry of the lost will no one save | A |
| A cry of the dead though the oceans rave | A |
| And the scream of a gull as he wheels o'er a grave | A |
| While the shadows darken and darken ' | C |
| - | |
| 'Oh hush thee child for the night is wet | D |
| And the cloud caves split asunder | E |
| With lightning in a jagged fret | D |
| Like the gleam of a salmon in the net | D |
| When the rocks are rich in the red sunset | D |
| And the stream rolls down in thunder ' | - |
| - | |
| 'Mother O mother a pain at my heart | F |
| A pang like the pang of dying ' | - |
| 'Oh hush thee child for the wild birds dart | F |
| Up and down and close and part | F |
| Wheeling round where the black cliffs start | F |
| And the foam at their feet is flying ' | - |
| - | |
| 'O mother a strife like the black clouds' | G |
| And a peace that cometh after ' | - |
| 'Hush child for peace is the end of life | H |
| And the heart of a maiden finds peace as a wife | H |
| But the sky and the cliffs and the ocean are rife | H |
| With the storm and thunder's laughter ' | - |
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| 'Come in my sons come in and rest | I |
| For the shadows darken and darken | B |
| And your sister is pale as the white swan's breast | I |
| And her eyes are fixed and her lips are pressed | I |
| In the death of a name ye might have guessed | I |
| Had ye twain been here to hearken ' | - |
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| 'Hush mother a corpse lies on the sand | J |
| And the spray is round it driven | B |
| It lies on its face and one white hand | J |
| Points through the mist on the belt of strand | J |
| To where the cliffs of Sansard stand | J |
| And the ocean's strength is riven ' | - |
| - | |
| 'Was it God my sons who laid him there | K |
| Or the sea that left him sleeping ' | - |
| 'Nay mother our dirks where his heart was bare | K |
| As swift as the rain through the teeth of the air | K |
| And the foam fingers play in the Saxon's hair | K |
| While the tides are round him creeping ' | - |
| - | |
| 'Oh curses on you hand and head | L |
| Like the rains in this wild weather | E |
| The guilt of blood is swift and dread | L |
| Your sister's face is cold and dead | L |
| Ye may not part whom God would wed | L |
| And love hath knit together ' | - |
Frederick George Scott
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