Daniel Henry Deniehy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEEEFFGGHHIIGG JJKKGGHHLM| TAKE the harp but very softly for our brother touch the strings | A |
| Wind and wood shall help to wail him waves and mournful mountain springs | A |
| Take the harp but very softly for the friend who grew so old | B |
| Through the hours we would not hear of nights we would not fain behold | B |
| Other voices sweeter voices shall lament him year by year | C |
| Though the morning finds us lonely though we sit and marvel here | D |
| Marvel much while Summer cometh trammelled with November wheat | E |
| Gold about her forehead gleaming green and gold about her feet | E |
| Yea and while the land is dark with plover gull and gloomy glede | E |
| Where the cold swift songs of Winter fill the interlucent reed | E |
| Yet my harp and oh my fathers never look for Sorrow s lay | F |
| Making life a mighty darkness in the patient noon of day | F |
| Since he resteth whom we loved so out beyond these fleeting seas | G |
| Blowing clouds and restless regions paved with old perplexities | G |
| In a land where thunder breaks not in a place unknown of snow | H |
| Where the rain is mute for ever where the wild winds never go | H |
| Home of far forgotten phantoms genii of our peaceful prime | I |
| Shining by perpetual waters past the ways of Change and Time | I |
| Haven of the harried spirit where it folds its wearied wings | G |
| Turns its face and sleeps a sleep with deep forgetfulness of things | G |
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| His should be a grave by mountains in a cool and thick mossed lea | J |
| With the lone creek falling past it falling ever to the sea | J |
| His should be a grave by waters by a bright and broad lagoon | K |
| Making steadfast splendours hallowed of the quiet shining moon | K |
| There the elves of many forests wandering winds and flying lights | G |
| Born of green of happy mornings dear to yellow summer nights | G |
| Full of dole for him that loved them then might halt and then might go | H |
| Finding fathers of the people to their children speaking low | H |
| Speaking low of one who failing suffered all the poet s pain | L |
| Dying with the dead leaves round him hopes which never grow again | M |
Henry Kendall
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