Song #3 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFF GHFFIIJJKKLL| I peeled bits of straws and I got switches too | A |
| From the grey peeling willow as idlers do | A |
| And I switched at the flies as I sat all alone | B |
| Till my flesh blood and marrow was turned to dry bone | B |
| My illness was love though I knew not the smart | C |
| But the beauty of love was the blood of my heart | C |
| Crowded places I shunned them as noises too rude | D |
| And fled to the silence of sweet solitude | D |
| Where the flower in green darkness buds blossoms and fades | E |
| Unseen of all shepherds and flower loving maids | E |
| The hermit bees find them but once and away | F |
| There I'll bury alive and in silence decay | F |
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| I looked on the eyes of fair woman too long | G |
| Till silence and shame stole the use of my tongue | H |
| When I tried to speak to her I'd nothing to say | F |
| So I turned myself round and she wandered away | F |
| When she got too far off why I'd something to tell | I |
| So I sent sighs behind her and walked to my cell | I |
| Willow switches I broke and peeled bits of straws | J |
| Ever lonely in crowds in Nature's own laws | J |
| My ball room the pasture my music the bees | K |
| My drink was the fountain my church the tall trees | K |
| Who ever would love or be tied to a wife | L |
| When it makes a man mad all the days of his life | L |
John Clare
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