The Return Of Summer: An Eclogue Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Scene ASHDOWN FOREST IN MAY	A
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Persons H A POET C HIS DAUGHTER	B
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H Here then if you insist my daughter still	C
I must confess that I preferred the hill	C
The warm scent of the pinewood seemed to me	D
The first true breath of summer did you see	D
The waxen hurt bells with their promised fruit	E
Already purple at the blossom's root	E
And thick among the rusty bracken strown	F
Sunburnt anemones long overblown	F
Summer is come at last	G
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C And that is why	H
Mine is a better place than yours to lie	H
This dark old yew tree casts a fuller shade	I
Than any pine the stream is simply made	I
For keeping bottles cool and when we've dined	J
I could just wade a bit while you reclined	J
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H Empty the basket then without more words	K
But I still wish we had not left the birds	K
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C Father you are perverse Since when I beg	L
Have forest birds been tethered by the leg	L
They're everywhere What more can you desire	B
The cuckoo shouts as though he'd never tire	B
The nuthatch knowing that of noise you're fond	M
Keeps chucking stones along a frozen pond	M
And busy gold crest somewhere out of sight	N
Works at his saw with all his tiny might	N
I do not count the ring doves or the rooks	O
We hear so much about them in the books	O
They're hardly real but from where I sit	P
I see two chaffinches a long tailed tit	P
A missel thrush a yaffle	H
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H That will do	Q
I may have overlooked a bird or two	Q
Where are the biscuits Are you getting cramp	R
Down by the water there it must be damp	R
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C I'm only watching till your bottle's cool	H
It lies so snug beneath this glassy pool	H
Like a sunk battleship and overhead	S
The water boatmen get their daily bread	S
By rowing all day long and far below	H
Two little eels go winding winding slow	H
Oh there's a shark	T
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H A what	U
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C A miller's thumb	V
Don't move I'll tempt him with a tiny crumb	V
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H Be quick about it please and don't forget	W
I am at least as dry as he is wet	W
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C Oh very well then here's your drink	X
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H That's good	Y
I feel much better now	F
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C I thought you would exit quietly	H
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H How beautiful the world is when it breathes	Z
The news of summer when the bronzy sheathes	Z
Still hang about the beech leaf and the oaks	Z
Are wearing still their dainty tasselled cloaks	Z
While on the hillside every hawthorn pale	H
Has taken now her balmy bridal veil	H
And down below the drowsy murmuring stream	A2
Lulls the warm noonday in an endless dream	A2
O little brook far more thou art to me	H
Than all the pageantry of field and tree	H
Es singen wohl die Nixen ah 'tis truth	B2
Tief unten ihren Reih'n but only Youth	B2
Can hear them joyfully as once I lay	H
And heard them singing of the world's highway	H
Of wandering ended and the maiden found	C2
And golden bread by magic mill wheel ground	C2
Lost is the magic now the wheel is still	H
And long ago the maiden left the mill	H
Yet once a year one day when summer dawns	Z
The old old murmur haunts the river lawns	Z
The fairies wake the fairy song is sung	D2
And for an hour the wanderer's feet are young he dozes	Z
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C returning Father I called you twice	Z
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H I did not know	H
Where have you been	F
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C Oh down the stream	A2
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H Just so	H
Well I went up	E2
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C I wish you'd been with me	H
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H When East is West my daughter that may be	H

Henry John Newbolt, Sir

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