Ultima Thule: Robert Burns Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDC EEFGGF HHIJJI JJJJJJ KKLMML NNJOPJ QQRSST UUVWWV XXYZZY| I see amid the fields of Ayr | A |
| A ploughman who in foul and fair | B |
| Sings at his task | C |
| So clear we know not if it is | D |
| The laverock's song we hear or his | D |
| Nor care to ask | C |
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| For him the ploughing of those fields | E |
| A more ethereal harvest yields | E |
| Than sheaves of grain | F |
| Songs flush with purple bloom the rye | G |
| The plover's call the curlew's cry | G |
| Sing in his brain | F |
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| Touched by his hand the wayside weed | H |
| Becomes a flower the lowliest reed | H |
| Beside the stream | I |
| Is clothed with beauty gorse and grass | J |
| And heather where his footsteps pass | J |
| The brighter seem | I |
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| He sings of love whose flame illumes | J |
| The darkness of lone cottage rooms | J |
| He feels the force | J |
| The treacherous undertow and stress | J |
| Of wayward passions and no less | J |
| The keen remorse | J |
| - | |
| At moments wrestling with his fate | K |
| His voice is harsh but not with hate | K |
| The brushwood hung | L |
| Above the tavern door lets fall | M |
| Its bitter leaf its drop of gall | M |
| Upon his tongue | L |
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| But still the music of his song | N |
| Rises o'er all elate and strong | N |
| Its master chords | J |
| Are Manhood Freedom Brotherhood | O |
| Its discords but an interlude | P |
| Between the words | J |
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| And then to die so young and leave | Q |
| Unfinished what he might achieve | Q |
| Yet better sure | R |
| Is this than wandering up and down | S |
| An old man in a country town | S |
| Infirm and poor | T |
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| For now he haunts his native land | U |
| As an immortal youth his hand | U |
| Guides every plough | V |
| He sits beside each ingle nook | W |
| His voice is in each rushing brook | W |
| Each rustling bough | V |
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| His presence haunts this room to night | X |
| A form of mingled mist and light | X |
| From that far coast | Y |
| Welcome beneath this roof of mine | Z |
| Welcome this vacant chair is thine | Z |
| Dear guest and ghost | Y |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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