Seed-time Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFEE A EGEHEIEI A EJEJAEAE A KLKLEMEM A NENEOPOP A EQEQJAJAI | A |
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Flowers of the willow herb are wool | B |
Flowers of the briar berries red | C |
Speeding their seed as the breeze may rule | D |
Flowers of the thistle loosen the thread | C |
Flowers of the clematis drip in beard | E |
Slack from the fir tree youngly climbed | F |
Chaplets in air flies foliage seared | E |
Heeled upon earth lie clusters rimed | E |
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II | A |
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Where were skies of the mantle stained | E |
Orange and scarlet a coat of frieze | G |
Travels from North till day has waned | E |
Tattered soaked in the ditch's dyes | H |
Tumbles the rook under grey or slate | E |
Else enfolding us damps to the bone | I |
Narrows the world to my neighbour's gate | E |
Paints me Life as a wheezy crone | I |
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III | A |
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Now seems none but the spider lord | E |
Star in circle his web waits prey | J |
Silvering bush mounds blue brushing sward | E |
Slow runs the hour swift flits the ray | J |
Now to his thread shroud is he nigh | A |
Nigh to the tangle where wings are sealed | E |
He who frolicked the jewelled fly | A |
All is adroop on the down and the weald | E |
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IV | A |
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Mists more lone for the sheep bell enwrap | K |
Nights that tardily let slip a morn | L |
Paler than moons and on noontide's lap | K |
Flame dies cold like the rose late born | L |
Rose born late born withered in bud | E |
I even I for a zenith of sun | M |
Cry to fulfil me nourish my blood | E |
O for a day of the long light one | M |
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V | A |
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Master the blood nor read by chills | N |
Earth admonishes Hast thou ploughed | E |
Sown reaped harvested grain for the mills | N |
Thou hast the light over shadow of cloud | E |
Steadily eyeing before that wail | O |
Animal infant thy mind began | P |
Momently nearer me should sight fail | O |
Plod in the track of the husbandman | P |
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VI | A |
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Verily now is our season of seed | E |
Now in our Autumn and Earth discerns | Q |
Them that have served her in them that can read | E |
Glassing where under the surface she burns | Q |
Quick at her wheel while the fuel decay | J |
Brightens the fire of renewal and we | A |
Death is the word of a bovine day | J |
Know you the breast of the springing To be | A |
George Meredith
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