No End Of No-story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACCBCCCCCDDDDCCAAC CEFFGGHHFFFCCHHIIJJI IIEFFHHAAHBBKKHHCCFL ELELEMMMHHNNNNBBICCI ICBOOIIMMAACAAICIIII IMIMIMIMCACCDDDMIMII AAIICCCCCACCBBOCCPOC BCIIBCMMCCCCCQQCCMCA ACCCCMMBBIIIIAACCCCC CADDMMIIIAACCCCBBOOR RIIMHHCCCMMIIThere is a river | A |
whose waters run asleep | B |
run run ever | A |
singing in the shallows | C |
dumb in the hollows | C |
sleeping so deep | B |
and all the swallows | C |
that dip their feathers | C |
in the hollows | C |
or in the shallows | C |
are the merriest swallows | C |
and the nests they make | D |
with the clay they cake | D |
with the water they shake | D |
from their wings that rake | D |
the water out of the shallows | C |
or out of the hollows | C |
will hold together | A |
in any weather | A |
and the swallows | C |
are the merriest fellows | C |
and have the merriest children | E |
and are built very narrow | F |
like the head of an arrow | F |
to cut the air | G |
and go just where | G |
the nicest water is flowing | H |
and the nicest dust is blowing | H |
and each so narrow | F |
like the head of an arrow | F |
is a wonderful barrow | F |
to carry the mud he makes | C |
for his children's sakes | C |
from the wet water flowing | H |
and the dry dust blowing | H |
to build his nest | I |
for her he loves best | I |
and the wind cakes it | J |
the sun bakes it | J |
into a nest | I |
for the rest | I |
of her he loves best | I |
and all their merry children | E |
each little fellow | F |
with a beak as yellow | F |
as the buttercups growing | H |
beside the flowing | H |
of the singing river | A |
always and ever | A |
growing and blowing | H |
as fast as the sheep | B |
awake or asleep | B |
crop them and crop | K |
and cannot stop | K |
their yellowness blowing | H |
nor yet the growing | H |
of the obstinate daisies | C |
the little white praises | C |
they grow and they blow | F |
they spread out their crown | L |
and they praise the sun | E |
and when he goes down | L |
their praising is done | E |
they fold up their crown | L |
and sleep every one | E |
till over the plain | M |
he is shining amain | M |
and they're at it again | M |
praising and praising | H |
such low songs raising | H |
that no one can hear them | N |
but the sun so near them | N |
and the sheep that bite them | N |
but do not fright them | N |
are the quietest sheep | B |
awake or asleep | B |
with the merriest bleat | I |
and the little lambs | C |
are the merriest lambs | C |
forgetting to eat | I |
for the frolic in their feet | I |
and the lambs and their dams | C |
are the whitest sheep | B |
with the woolliest wool | O |
for the swallow to pull | O |
when he makes his nest | I |
for her he loves best | I |
and they shine like snow | M |
in the grasses that grow | M |
by the singing river | A |
that sings for ever | A |
and the sheep and the lambs | C |
are merry for ever | A |
because the river | A |
sings and they drink it | I |
and the lambs and their dams | C |
would any one think it | I |
are bright and white | I |
because of their diet | I |
which gladdens them quiet | I |
for what they bite | I |
is buttercups yellow | M |
and daisies white | I |
and grass as green | M |
as the river can make it | I |
with wind as mellow | M |
to kiss it and shake it | I |
as never was known | M |
but here in the hollows | C |
beside the river | A |
where all the swallows | C |
are the merriest fellows | C |
and the nests they make | D |
with the clay they cake | D |
in the sunshine bake | D |
till they are like bone | M |
and as dry in the wind | I |
as a marble stone | M |
dried in the wind | I |
the sweetest wind | I |
that blows by the river | A |
flowing for ever | A |
and who shall find | I |
whence comes the wind | I |
that blows on the hollows | C |
and over the shallows | C |
where dip the swallows | C |
and comes and goes | C |
and the sweet life blows | C |
into the river | A |
that sings as it flows | C |
and the sweet life blows | C |
into the sheep | B |
awake or asleep | B |
with the woolliest wool | O |
and the trailingest tails | C |
and never fails | C |
gentle and cool | P |
to wave the wool | O |
and to toss the grass | C |
as the lambs and the sheep | B |
over it pass | C |
and tug and bite | I |
with their teeth so white | I |
and then with the sweep | B |
of their trailing tails | C |
smooth it again | M |
and it grows amain | M |
and amain it grows | C |
and the wind that blows | C |
tosses the swallows | C |
over the hollows | C |
and over the shallows | C |
and blows the sweet life | Q |
and the joy so rife | Q |
into the swallows | C |
that skim the shallows | C |
and have the yellowest children | M |
and the wind that blows | C |
is the life of the river | A |
that flows for ever | A |
and washes the grasses | C |
still as it passes | C |
and feeds the daisies | C |
the little white praises | C |
and buttercups sunny | M |
with butter and honey | M |
that whiten the sheep | B |
awake or asleep | B |
that nibble and bite | I |
and grow whiter than white | I |
and merry and quiet | I |
on such good diet | I |
watered by the river | A |
and tossed for ever | A |
by the wind that tosses | C |
the wool and the grasses | C |
and the swallow that crosses | C |
with all the swallows | C |
over the shallows | C |
dipping their wings | C |
to gather the water | A |
and bake the cake | D |
for the wind to make | D |
as hard as a bone | M |
and as dry as a stone | M |
and who shall find | I |
whence comes the wind | I |
that blows from behind | I |
and ripples the river | A |
that flows for ever | A |
and still as it passes | C |
waves the grasses | C |
and cools the daisies | C |
the white sun praises | C |
that feed the sheep | B |
awake or asleep | B |
and give them their wool | O |
for the swallows to pull | O |
a little away | R |
to mix with the clay | R |
that cakes to a nest | I |
for those they love best | I |
and all the yellow children | M |
soon to go trying | H |
their wings at the flying | H |
over the hollows | C |
and over the shallows | C |
with all the swallows | C |
that do not know | M |
whence the wind doth blow | M |
that comes from behind | I |
a blowing wind | I |
George Macdonald
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