No End Of No-story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACCBCCCCCDDDDCCAAC CEFFGGHHFFFCCHHIIJJI IIEFFHHAAHBBKKHHCCFL ELELEMMMHHNNNNBBICCI ICBOOIIMMAACAAICIIII IMIMIMIMCACCDDDMIMII AAIICCCCCACCBBOCCPOC BCIIBCMMCCCCCQQCCMCA ACCCCMMBBIIIIAACCCCC CADDMMIIIAACCCCBBOOR RIIMHHCCCMMII

There is a riverA
whose waters run asleepB
run run everA
singing in the shallowsC
dumb in the hollowsC
sleeping so deepB
and all the swallowsC
that dip their feathersC
in the hollowsC
or in the shallowsC
are the merriest swallowsC
and the nests they makeD
with the clay they cakeD
with the water they shakeD
from their wings that rakeD
the water out of the shallowsC
or out of the hollowsC
will hold togetherA
in any weatherA
and the swallowsC
are the merriest fellowsC
and have the merriest childrenE
and are built very narrowF
like the head of an arrowF
to cut the airG
and go just whereG
the nicest water is flowingH
and the nicest dust is blowingH
and each so narrowF
like the head of an arrowF
is a wonderful barrowF
to carry the mud he makesC
for his children's sakesC
from the wet water flowingH
and the dry dust blowingH
to build his nestI
for her he loves bestI
and the wind cakes itJ
the sun bakes itJ
into a nestI
for the restI
of her he loves bestI
and all their merry childrenE
each little fellowF
with a beak as yellowF
as the buttercups growingH
beside the flowingH
of the singing riverA
always and everA
growing and blowingH
as fast as the sheepB
awake or asleepB
crop them and cropK
and cannot stopK
their yellowness blowingH
nor yet the growingH
of the obstinate daisiesC
the little white praisesC
they grow and they blowF
they spread out their crownL
and they praise the sunE
and when he goes downL
their praising is doneE
they fold up their crownL
and sleep every oneE
till over the plainM
he is shining amainM
and they're at it againM
praising and praisingH
such low songs raisingH
that no one can hear themN
but the sun so near themN
and the sheep that bite themN
but do not fright themN
are the quietest sheepB
awake or asleepB
with the merriest bleatI
and the little lambsC
are the merriest lambsC
forgetting to eatI
for the frolic in their feetI
and the lambs and their damsC
are the whitest sheepB
with the woolliest woolO
for the swallow to pullO
when he makes his nestI
for her he loves bestI
and they shine like snowM
in the grasses that growM
by the singing riverA
that sings for everA
and the sheep and the lambsC
are merry for everA
because the riverA
sings and they drink itI
and the lambs and their damsC
would any one think itI
are bright and whiteI
because of their dietI
which gladdens them quietI
for what they biteI
is buttercups yellowM
and daisies whiteI
and grass as greenM
as the river can make itI
with wind as mellowM
to kiss it and shake itI
as never was knownM
but here in the hollowsC
beside the riverA
where all the swallowsC
are the merriest fellowsC
and the nests they makeD
with the clay they cakeD
in the sunshine bakeD
till they are like boneM
and as dry in the windI
as a marble stoneM
dried in the windI
the sweetest windI
that blows by the riverA
flowing for everA
and who shall findI
whence comes the windI
that blows on the hollowsC
and over the shallowsC
where dip the swallowsC
and comes and goesC
and the sweet life blowsC
into the riverA
that sings as it flowsC
and the sweet life blowsC
into the sheepB
awake or asleepB
with the woolliest woolO
and the trailingest tailsC
and never failsC
gentle and coolP
to wave the woolO
and to toss the grassC
as the lambs and the sheepB
over it passC
and tug and biteI
with their teeth so whiteI
and then with the sweepB
of their trailing tailsC
smooth it againM
and it grows amainM
and amain it growsC
and the wind that blowsC
tosses the swallowsC
over the hollowsC
and over the shallowsC
and blows the sweet lifeQ
and the joy so rifeQ
into the swallowsC
that skim the shallowsC
and have the yellowest childrenM
and the wind that blowsC
is the life of the riverA
that flows for everA
and washes the grassesC
still as it passesC
and feeds the daisiesC
the little white praisesC
and buttercups sunnyM
with butter and honeyM
that whiten the sheepB
awake or asleepB
that nibble and biteI
and grow whiter than whiteI
and merry and quietI
on such good dietI
watered by the riverA
and tossed for everA
by the wind that tossesC
the wool and the grassesC
and the swallow that crossesC
with all the swallowsC
over the shallowsC
dipping their wingsC
to gather the waterA
and bake the cakeD
for the wind to makeD
as hard as a boneM
and as dry as a stoneM
and who shall findI
whence comes the windI
that blows from behindI
and ripples the riverA
that flows for everA
and still as it passesC
waves the grassesC
and cools the daisiesC
the white sun praisesC
that feed the sheepB
awake or asleepB
and give them their woolO
for the swallows to pullO
a little awayR
to mix with the clayR
that cakes to a nestI
for those they love bestI
and all the yellow childrenM
soon to go tryingH
their wings at the flyingH
over the hollowsC
and over the shallowsC
with all the swallowsC
that do not knowM
whence the wind doth blowM
that comes from behindI
a blowing windI

George Macdonald



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