The Spring In Ireland: 1916 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Do not forget my charge I beg of you	B
That of what flow'rs you find of fairest hue	B
And sweetest odor you do gather those	C
Are best of all the best a fragrant rose	C
A tall calm lily from the waterside	D
A half blown poppy leaning at the side	D
Its graceful head to dream among the corn	E
Forget me nots that seem as though the morn	E
Had tumbled down and grew into the clay	F
And hawthorn buds that swing along the way	F
Easing the hearts of those who pass them by	A
Until they find contentment Do not cry	A
But gather buds and with them greenery	G
Of slender branches taken from a tree	G
Well bannered by the spring that saw them fall	H
Then you for you are cleverest of all	H
Who have slim fingers and are pitiful	I
Brimming your lap with bloom that you may cull	I
Will sit apart and weave for every head	D
A garland of the flow'rs you gathered	D
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II	A
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Be green upon their graves O happy Spring	J
For they were young and eager who are dead	D
Of all things that are young and quivering	J
With eager life be they remembered	D
They move not here they have gone to the clay	F
They cannot die again for liberty	G
Be they remembered of their land for aye	A
Green be their graves and green their memory	G
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Fragrance and beauty come in with the green	K
The ragged bushes put on sweet attire	L
The birds forget how chill these airs have been	M
The clouds bloom out again and move in fire	L
Blue is the dawn of day calm is the lake	N
And merry sounds are fitful in the morn	E
In covert deep the young blackbirds awake	N
They shake their wings and sing upon the morn	E
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At springtime of the year you came and swung	O
Green flags above the newly greening earth	P
Scarce were the leaves unfolded they were young	O
Nor had outgrown the wrinkles of their birth	P
Comrades they thought you of their pleasant hour	L
They had but glimpsed the sun when they saw you	B
They heard your songs e'er birds had singing power	L
And drank your blood e'er that they drank the dew	B
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Then you went down and then and as in pain	Q
The Spring affrighted fled her leafy ways	R
The clouds came to the earth in gusty rain	Q
And no sun shone again for many days	R
And day by day they told that one was dead	D
And day by day the season mourned for you	B
Until that count of woe was finished	D
And Spring remembered all was yet to do	B
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She came with mirth of wind and eager leaf	S
With scampering feet and reaching out of wings	T
She laughed among the boughs and banished grief	S
And cared again for all her baby things	T
Leading along the joy that has to be	G
Bidding her timid buds think on the May	F
And told that Summer comes with victory	G
And told the hope that is all creatures' stay	F
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Go Winter now unto your own abode	D
Your time is done and Spring is conqueror	L
Lift up with all your gear and take your road	D
For she is here and brings the sun with her	L
Now are we resurrected now are we	G
Who lay so long beneath an icy hand	D
New risen into life and liberty	G
Because the Spring is come into our land	D
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III	A
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In other lands they may	F
With public joy or dole along the way	F
With pomp and pageantry and loud lament	D
Of drums and trumpets and with merriment	D
Of grateful hearts lead into rest and sted	D
The nation's dead	D
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If we had drums and trumpets if we had	D
Aught of heroic pitch or accent glad	D
To honor you as bids tradition old	D
With banners flung or draped in mournful fold	D
And pacing cortege these would we not bring	J
For your last journeying	J
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We have no drums or trumpets naught have we	G
But some green branches taken from a tree	G
And flowers that grow at large in mead and vale	U
Nothing of choice have we or of avail	U
To do you honor as our honor deems	V
And as your worth beseems	V
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Sleep drums and trumpets yet a little time	W
All ends and all begins and there is chime	W
At last where discord was and joy at last	D
Where woe wept out her eyes be not downcast	D
Here is prosperity and goodly cheer	X
For life does follow death and death is here	Y

James Stephens

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