Heath From The Highlands Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EDED FGFG BHBH IJIJ KLKL DDDD MNMN OPOQ RSRS GDGD IDID PDPD TUTU VWXW YPZP A2B2A2B2

Here where the great hills fall awayA
To bays of silver seaB
I hold within my hand to dayA
A wild thing strange to meB
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Behind me is the deep green dellC
Where lives familiar lightD
The leaves and flowers I know so wellC
Are gleaming in my sightD
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And yonder is the mountain glenE
Where sings in trees unstirredD
By breath of breeze or axe of menE
The shining satin birdD
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The old weird cry of plover comesF
Across the marshy waysG
And here the hermit hornet humsF
And here the wild bee straysG
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No novel life or light I seeB
On hill in dale beneathH
All things around are known to meB
Except this bit of heathH
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This touching growth hath made me dreamI
It sends my soul afarJ
To where the Scottish mountains gleamI
Against the Northern starJ
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It droops this plant like one who grievesK
But while my fancy glowsL
There is that glory on its leavesK
Which never robed the roseL
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For near its wind blown native spotD
Were born by crags uphurledD
The ringing songs of Walter ScottD
That shook the whole wide worldD
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There haply by the sounding streamsM
And where the fountains breakN
He saw the darling of his dreamsM
The Lady of the LakeN
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And on the peaks where never leafO
Of lowland beauty grewP
Perhaps he met Clan Alpine's chiefO
The rugged Roderick DhuQ
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Not far perchance this heather throveR
Above fair banks of fernsS
From that green place of stream and groveR
That knew the voice of BurnsS
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Against the radiant river waysG
Still waves the noble woodD
Where in the old majestic daysG
The Scottish poet stoodD
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Perhaps my heather used to beamI
In robes of morning frostD
By dells which saw that lovely dreamI
The Mary that he lostD
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I hope indeed the singer knewP
The little spot of landD
On which the mountain beauty grewP
That withers in my handD
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A Highland sky my vision fillsT
I feel the great strong NorthU
The hard grey weather of the hillsT
That brings men children forthU
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The peaks of Scotland where the dinV
And flame of thunders goW
Seem near me with the masculineX
Hale sons of wind and snowW
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So potent is this heather hereY
That under skies of blueP
I seem to breathe the atmosphereZ
That William Wallace knewP
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And under windy mountain wallA2
Where breaks the torrent looseB2
I fancy I can hear the callA2
Of grand old Robert BruceB2

Henry Kendall



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