Skim-milk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDD EFEDGG HIHIII DDDDEE

A small part only of my grief I writeA
And if I do not give you all the taleB
It is because my gloom gets some respiteC
By just a small bewailing I bewailB
That I with sly and stupid folk must bideD
Who steal my food and ruin my insideD
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Once I had books each book beyond compareE
But now no book at all is left to meF
And I am spied and peeped on everywhereE
And my old head stuffed with latinityD
And with the poet's load of grave and gayG
Will not get me skim milk for half a dayG
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Wild horse or quiet not a horse have IH
But to the forest every day I goI
Bending beneath a load of wood that highH
Which raises on my back a sorry rowI
Of raw red blisters so I cry alackI
The rider that rides me will break my backI
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Ossian when he was old and near his endD
Met Patrick by good luck and he was stayedD
I am a poet too and seek a friendD
A prop a staff a comforter an aidD
A Patrick who will lift me from despairE
In Cormac Uasal Mac Donagh of the golden hairE

James Stephens



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