Real Property Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEEFGF HIAI JKJGJ LMNMOM PBPBBG HGTell me about that harvest field | A |
Oh Fifty acres of living bread | B |
The colour has painted itself in my heart | C |
The form is patterned in my head | B |
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So now I take it everywhere | D |
See it whenever I look round | E |
Hear it growing through every sound | E |
Know exactly the sound it makes | F |
Remembering as one must all day | G |
Under the pavement the live earth aches | F |
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Trees are at the farther end | H |
Limes all full of the mumbling bee | I |
So there must be a harvest field | A |
Whenever one thinks of a linden tree | I |
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A hedge is about it very tall | J |
Hazy and cool and breathing sweet | K |
Round paradise is such a wall | J |
And all the day in such a way | G |
In paradise the wild birds call | J |
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You only need to close your eyes | L |
And go within your secret mind | M |
And you'll be into paradise | N |
I've learnt quite easily to find | M |
Some linden trees and drowsy bees | O |
A tall sweet hedge with the corn behind | M |
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I will not have that harvest mown | P |
I'll keep the corn and leave the bread | B |
I've bought that field it's now my own | P |
I've fifty acres in my head | B |
I take it as a dream to bed | B |
I carry it about all day | G |
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Sometimes when I have found a friend | H |
I give a blade of corn away | G |
Harold Monro
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