Rustic Fishing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK JJLLMMNNOOPPBBQQRSTT UUVVWWXXYYZZXXA2A2ZZ B2B2C2C2D2E2F2F2BBG2 G2H2H2I2I2ZZJ2J2K2L2On Sunday mornings freed from hard employ | A |
How oft I mark the mischievous young boy | A |
With anxious haste his pole and lines provide | B |
For make shifts oft crook'd pins to thread were tied | B |
And delve his knife with wishes ever warm | C |
In rotten dunghills for the grub and worm | D |
The harmless treachery of his hooks to bait | E |
Tracking the dewy grass with many a mate | E |
To seek the brook that down the meadows glides | F |
Where the grey willow shadows by its sides | F |
Where flag and reed in wild disorder spread | G |
And bending bulrush bows its taper head | G |
And just above the surface of the floods | H |
Where water lilies mount their snowy buds | H |
On whose broad swimming leaves of glossy green | I |
The shining dragon fly is often seen | I |
Where hanging thorns with roots wash'd bare appear | J |
That shield the moor hen's nest from year to year | J |
While crowding osiers mingling wild among | K |
Prove snug asylums to her brood when young | K |
Who when surpris'd by foes approaching near | J |
Plunge 'neath the weeping bough and disappear | J |
There far from terrors that the parson brings | L |
Or church bell hearing when its summons rings | L |
Half hid in meadow sweet and keck's high flowers | M |
In lonely sport they spend the Sunday hours | M |
Though ill supplied for fishing seems the brook | N |
That breaks the mead in many a stinted crook | N |
Oft choak'd in weeds and foil'd to find a road | O |
The choice retirement of the snake and toad | O |
Then lost in shallows dimpling restlessly | P |
In fluttering struggles murmuring to be free | P |
O'er gravel stones its depth can scarcely hide | B |
It runs the remnant of its broken tide | B |
Till seemly weary of each choak'd control | Q |
It rests collected in some gulled hole | Q |
Scoop'd by the sudden floods when winter's snow | R |
Melts in confusion by a hasty thaw | S |
There bent in hopeful musings on the brink | T |
They watch their floating corks that seldom sink | T |
Save when a wary roach or silver bream | U |
Nibbles the worm as passing up the stream | U |
Just urging expectation's hopes to stay | V |
To view the dodging cork then slink away | V |
Still hopes keep burning with untir'd delight | W |
Still wobbling curves keep wavering like a bite | W |
If but the breezy wind their floats should spring | X |
And move the water with a troubling ring | X |
A captive fish still fills the anxious eyes | Y |
And willow wicks lie ready for the prize | Y |
Till evening gales awaken damp and chill | Z |
And nip the hopes that morning suns instil | Z |
And resting flies have tired their gauzy wing | X |
Nor longer tempt the watching fish to spring | X |
Who at the worm no nibbles more repeat | A2 |
But lunge from night in sheltering flag retreat | A2 |
Then disappointed in their day's employ | Z |
They seek amusement in a feebler joy | Z |
Short is the sigh for fancies prov'd untrue | B2 |
With humbler hopes still pleasure they pursue | B2 |
Where the rude oak bridge scales the narrow pass | C2 |
Half hid in rustling reeds and scrambling grass | C2 |
Or stepping stones stride o'er the narrow sloughs | D2 |
Which maidens daily cross to milk their cows | E2 |
There they in artless glee for minnows run | F2 |
And wade and dabble past the setting sun | F2 |
Chasing the struttle o'er the shallow tide | B |
And flat stones turning up where gudgeons hide | B |
All former hopes their ill success delay'd | G2 |
In this new change they fancy well repaid | G2 |
And thus they wade and chatter o'er their joys | H2 |
Till night unlook'd for young success destroys | H2 |
Drives home the sons of solitude and streams | I2 |
And stops uncloy'd hope's ever fresh'ning dreams | I2 |
They then like school boys that at truant play | Z |
In sloomy fear lounge on their homeward way | Z |
And inly tremble as they gain the town | J2 |
Where chastisement awaits with many a frown | J2 |
And hazel twigs in readiness prepar'd | K2 |
For their long absence bring a meet reward | L2 |
John Clare
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