The Lark And Her Young Ones With The Owner Of A Field Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDCEEFGHFIIJKKJLL HMNNMOPQQR CSSTTT UUCT TVW XYYZZQQA2 B2B2S C2 SD2D2E2E2F2F2SSEEG2 H2 I2H2EE

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Depend upon yourself aloneB
Has to a common proverb grownB
'Tis thus confirm'd in Aesop's wayC
The larks to build their nests are seenD
Among the wheat crops young and greenD
That is to sayC
What time all things dame Nature heedingE
Betake themselves to love and breedingE
The monstrous whales and sharksF
Beneath the briny floodG
The tigers in the woodH
And in the fields the larksF
One she however of these lastI
Found more than half the spring time pastI
Without the taste of spring time pleasuresJ
When firmly she set up her willK
That she would be a mother stillK
And resolutely took her measuresJ
First got herself by Hymen match'dL
Then built her nest laid sat and hatch'dL
All went as well as such things couldH
The wheat crop ripening ere the broodM
Were strong enough to take their flightN
Aware how perilous their plightN
The lark went out to search for foodM
And told her young to listen wellO
And keep a constant sentinelP
'The owner of this field ' said sheQ
'Will come I know his grain to seeQ
Hear all he says we little birdsR
Must shape our conduct by his words '-
No sooner was the lark awayC
Than came the owner with his sonS
'This wheat is ripe ' said he 'now runS
And give our friends a callT
To bring their sickles allT
And help us great and smallT
To morrow at the break of day '-
The lark returning found no harmU
Except her nest in wild alarmU
Says one 'We heard the owner sayC
Go give our friends a callT
To help to morrow break of day '-
Replied the lark 'If that is allT
We need not be in any fearV
But only keep an open earW
As gay as larks now eat your victuals '-
They ate and slept the great and littlesX
The dawn arrives but not the friendsY
The lark soars up the owner wendsY
His usual round to view his landZ
'This grain ' says he 'ought not to standZ
Our friends do wrong and so does heQ
Who trusts that friends will friendly beQ
My son go call our kith and kinA2
To help us get our harvest in '-
This second order madeB2
The little larks still more afraidB2
'He sent for kindred mother by his sonS
The work will now indeed be done '-
'No darlings go to sleepC2
Our lowly nest we'll keep '-
With reason said for kindred there came noneS
Thus tired of expectation vainD2
Once more the owner view'd his grainD2
'My son ' said he 'we're surely foolsE2
To wait for other people's toolsE2
As if one might for love or pelfF2
Have friends more faithful than himselfF2
Engrave this lesson deep my sonS
And know you now what must be doneS
We must ourselves our sickles bringE
And while the larks their matins singE
Begin the work and on this planG2
Get in our harvest as we can '-
This plan the lark no sooner knewH2
Than 'Now's the time ' she said 'my chicks '-
And taking little time to fixI2
Away they flewH2
All fluttering soaring often groundingE
Decamp'd without a trumpet soundingE

Jean De La Fontaine



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