A Specimen Of Clare's Rough Drafts Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCD EE FFGGEEBB HHIIJJKK LL DDMM BBKK NNOO KK PPKKKKPP PP KKEEEE PPPP DDII BBKK EE PPKK KK DDQR SIKK PPKKPPPPTT PPPP PJCDKK EEKK PPUV EEKKRR

A Specimen of Clare's rough draftsA
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In a huge cloud of mountain hueB
The sun sets dark nor shudders throughB
One single beam to shine againC
Tis night already in the laneD
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The settled clouds in ridges lieE
And some swell mountains calm and highE
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Clouds rack and drive before the windF
In shapes and forms of every kindF
Like waves that rise without the roarsG
And rocks that guard untrodden shoresG
Now castles pass majestic byeE
And ships in peaceful havens lieE
These gone ten thousand shapes ensueB
For ever beautiful and newB
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The scattered clouds lie calm and stillH
And day throws gold on every hillH
Their thousand heads in glorys runI
As each were worlds and owned a sunI
The rime it clings to every thingJ
It beards the early buds of springJ
The mossy pales the orchard sprayK
Are feathered with its silver greyK
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Rain drizzles in the face so smallL
We scarce can say it rains at allL
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The cows turned to the pelting rainD
No longer at their feed remainD
But in the sheltering hovel hidesM
That from two propping dotterels stridesM
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The sky was hilled with red and blueB
With lighter shadows waking throughB
Till beautiful and beaming dayK
Shed streaks of gold for miles awayK
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The linnet stopt her song to cleanN
Her spreading wings of yellow greenN
And turn his head as liking wellO
To smooth the dropples as they fellO
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One scarce could keep one's path arightK
From gazing upward at the sightK
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The boys for wet are forced to passP
The cuckoo flowers among the grassP
To hasten on as well they mayK
For hedge or tree or stack of hayK
Where they for shelter can abideK
Safe seated by its sloping sideK
That by the blackthorn thicket cowersP
A shelter in the strongest showersP
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The gardens golden gilliflowersP
Are paled with drops of amber showersP
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Dead leaves from hedges flirt aboutK
The chaff from barn doors winnows outK
And down without a wing to flyeE
As fast as bees goes sailing byeE
The feather finds a wing to flyeE
And dust in wirl puffs winnows byeE
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When the rain at midday stopsP
Spangles glitter in the dropsP
And as each thread a sunbeam wasP
Cobwebs glitter in the grassP
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The sheep all loaded with the rainD
Try to shake it off in vainD
And ere dryed by wind and sunI
The load will scarcely let them runI
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The shepherds foot is sodden throughB
And leaves will clout his brushing shoeB
The buttercups in gold alloyedK
And daiseys by the shower destroyedK
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The sun is overcast clouds lieE
And thicken over all the skyE
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Crows morn and eve will flock in crowdsP
To fens and darken like the cloudsP
So many is their cumberous flightK
The dull eve darkens into nightK
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Clouds curl and curdle blue and greyK
And dapple the young summers dayK
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Through the torn woods the violent rainD
Roars and rattles oer the plainD
And bubbles up in every poolQ
Till dykes and ponds are brimming fullR
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The thickening clouds move slowly onS
Till all the many clouds are oneI
That spreads oer all the face of dayK
And turns the sunny shine to greyK
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Now the meadow water smokesP
And hedgerows dripping oaksP
Fitter patter all aroundK
And dimple the once dusty groundK
The spinners threads about the weedsP
Are hung with little drops in beadsP
Clover silver green becomesP
And purple blue surrounds the plumbsP
And every place breaths fresh and fairT
When morning pays her visit thereT
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The day is dull the heron trailsP
On flapping wings like heavy sailsP
And oer the mead so lowly swingsP
She fans the herbage with her wingsP
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The waterfowl with suthering wingsP
Dive down the river splash and springJ
Up to the very clouds againC
That sprinkle scuds of coming rainD
That flye and drizzle all the dayK
Till dripping grass is turned to greyK
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The various clouds that move or lyeE
Like mighty travellers in the skyE
All mountainously ridged or curledK
That may have travelled round the worldK
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The water ruckles into wavesP
And loud the neighbouring woodland ravesP
All telling of the coming stormU
That fills the village with alarmV
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Ere yet the sun is two hours highE
Winds find all quarters of the skyE
With sudden shiftings all aroundK
And now the grass upon the groundK
And now the leaves they wirl and wirlR
With many a flirting flap and curlR

John Clare



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