The Shepherds Calendar - July Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEEE FFGGHHIIEEJJEEKKLLMM NNOOKKPPFQRROOSNEETT NNNNUUNNNNEEVVEENNNN NNIIWXYYYIZZNNIIA2B2 EEEENNNNA2B2NNNNNNEE EEZZIIB2A2MMNNEEA2B2 NNEEA2A2EEEEC2C2EEZZ D2E2ZZNNF2F2UUNNZZG2 G2H2H2NND2D2I2I2EEUU EEIIEEIIJ2K2F2F2NNNN IIL2L2EENNEEZZUUEEEE NNIIIINNM2M2N2N2UUII IINNNNO2O2L2L2NNP2P2 NNNNDaughter of pastoral smells and sights | A |
And sultry days and dewy nights | A |
July resumes her yearly place | B |
Wi her milking maiden face | B |
Ruddy and tand yet sweet to view | C |
When everywhere's a vale of dew | C |
And raps it round her looks that smiles | D |
A lovly rest to daily toils | E |
Wi last months closing scenes and dins | E |
Her sultry beaming birth begins | E |
- | |
Hay makers still in grounds appear | F |
And some are thinning nearly clear | F |
Save oddly lingering shocks about | G |
Which the tithman counteth out | G |
Sticking their green boughs where they go | H |
The parsons yearly claims to know | H |
Which farmers view wi grudging eye | I |
And grumbling drive their waggons bye | I |
In hedge bound close and meadow plains | E |
Stript groups of busy bustling swains | E |
From all her hants wi noises rude | J |
Drives to the wood lands solitude | J |
That seeks a spot unmarkd wi paths | E |
Far from the close and meadow swaths | E |
Wi smutty song and story gay | K |
They cart the witherd smelling hay | K |
Boys loading on the waggon stand | L |
And men below wi sturdy hand | L |
Heave up the shocks on lathy prong | M |
While horse boys lead the team along | M |
And maidens drag the rake behind | N |
Wi light dress shaping to the wind | N |
And trembling locks of curly hair | O |
And snow white bosoms nearly bare | O |
That charms ones sight amid the hay | K |
Like lingering blossoms of the may | K |
From clowns rude jokes they often turn | P |
And oft their cheeks wi blushes burn | P |
From talk which to escape a sneer | F |
They oft affect as not to hear | Q |
Some in the nooks about the ground | R |
Pile up the stacks swelld bellying round | R |
The milking cattles winter fare | O |
That in the snow are fodderd there | O |
Warm spots wi black thorn thickets lind | S |
And trees to brake the northern wind | N |
While masters oft the sultry hours | E |
Will urge their speed and talk of showers | E |
When boy from home trotts to the stack | T |
Wi dinner upon dobbins back | T |
And bottles to the saddle tyd | N |
Or ballancd upon either side | N |
A horse thats past his toiling day | N |
Yet still a favorite in his way | N |
That trotts on errands up and down | U |
The fields and too and fro from town | U |
Long ere his presence comes in sight | N |
Boys listen wi heart felt delight | N |
And know his footsteps down the road | N |
Hastening wi the dinner load | N |
Then they seek in close or meadows | E |
High hedgerows wi grey willow shadows | E |
To hide beneath from sultry noon | V |
And rest them at their dinner boon | V |
Where helping shepherd for the lass | E |
Will seek a hillock on the grass | E |
The thickset hedge or stack beside | N |
Where teazing pismires ne'er abide | N |
And when tis found down drops the maid | N |
Proud wi the kind attention paid | N |
And still the swain wi notice due | N |
Waits on her all the dinner through | N |
And fills her horn which she tho dry | I |
In shoyness often pushes bye | I |
While he will urge wi many a smile | W |
It as a strength to help her toil | X |
And in her hand will oft contrive | Y |
From out his pocket pulld to slive | Y |
Stole fruit when no one turns his eve | Y |
To wet her mouth when shes adry | I |
Offerd when she refuses ale | Z |
Noons sultry labour to regale | Z |
Teazd wi the countless multitude | N |
Of flyes that every where intrude | N |
While boys wi boughs will often try | I |
To beat them from them as they lye | I |
Who find their labour all in vain | A2 |
And soon as scard they swarm again | B2 |
Thus while each swain and boy and lass | E |
Sit at their dinner on the grass | E |
The teams wi gears thrown on their backs | E |
Stand pulling at the shocks or racks | E |
Switching their tails and turning round | N |
To knap the gadflys teazing wound | N |
While dob that brought the dinners load | N |
Too tricky to be turnd abroad | N |
Needing the scuttle shook wi grain | A2 |
To coax him to be caught again | B2 |
Is to a tree at tether tyd | N |
Ready for boy to mount and ride | N |
Nipping the grass about his pound | N |
And stamping battering hooves around | N |
Soon as each ground is clear of hay | N |
The shepherd whoops his flocks away | N |
From fallow fields to plentys scenes | E |
Shining as smooth as bowling greens | E |
But scard wi clipping tides alarms | E |
They bleat about the close in swarms | E |
And hide neath hedges in the cool | Z |
Still panting tho wi out their whool | Z |
Markd wi the tard brands lasting dye | I |
And make a restless hue and cry | I |
Answering the lambs that call again | B2 |
And for their old dams seek in vain | A2 |
Running mid the stranger throng | M |
And ever meeting wi the wrong | M |
Fiegn wi some old yoe to abide | N |
Who smells and tosses them aside | N |
And some as if they know its face | E |
Will meet a lamb wi mended pace | E |
But proving hopes indulgd in vain | A2 |
They turn around and blair again | B2 |
Till weand from memory half forgot | N |
They spread and feed and notice not | N |
Save now and then to lambs shrill crys | E |
Odd yoes in hoarser tone replys | E |
Still may be seen the mowing swain | A2 |
On balks between the fields of grain | A2 |
Who often stops his thirst to ease | E |
To pick the juicy pods of pease | E |
And oft as chances bring to pass | E |
Stoops oer his scythe stuck in the grass | E |
To seek the brimming honey comb | C2 |
Which bees so long were toiling home | C2 |
And rifld from so many flowers | E |
And carried thro so many hours | E |
He tears their small hives mossy ball | Z |
Where the brown labourers hurded all | Z |
Who gather homward one by one | D2 |
And see their nest and honey gone | E2 |
Humming around his rushing toil | Z |
Their mellancholly wrongs awhile | Z |
Then oer the sweltering swaths they stray | N |
And hum disconsolate away | N |
And oft neath hedges cooler screen | F2 |
Where meadow sorrel lingers green | F2 |
Calld 'sour grass' by the knowing clown | U |
The mower gladly chews it down | U |
And slakes his thirst the best he may | N |
When singing brooks are far away | N |
And his hoopd bottle woeful tale | Z |
Is emptied of its cheering ale | Z |
That lulld him in unconsious sleep | G2 |
At dinners hour beneath a heap | G2 |
Of grass or bush or edding shock | H2 |
Till startld by the country clock | H2 |
That told the hours his toil had lost | N |
Who coud but spare an hour at most | N |
And wearing past the setting sun | D2 |
He stays to get his labour done | D2 |
The gipsey down the meadow brook | I2 |
Wi long pole and reaping hook | I2 |
Tyd at its end amid the streams | E |
That glitters wi the hot sunbeams | E |
Reachs and cuts the bulrush down | U |
And hawks them round each neighboring town | U |
Packd at his back or tyd in loads | E |
On asses down the dusty roads | E |
He jogs and shouts from door to door | I |
His well known note of calling oer | I |
Offering to huswives cheap repairs | E |
Mending their broken bottomd chairs | E |
Wi step half walk half dance and eye | I |
Ready to smile on passers bye | I |
Wi load well suiting weather warm | J2 |
Tuckd carlessly beneath his arm | K2 |
Or peeping coat and side between | F2 |
In woolen bag of faded green | F2 |
Half conseald and half displayd | N |
A purpose tell tale to his trade | N |
The gipsey fiddler jogs away | N |
To village feast and holiday | N |
Scraping in public house to trye | I |
What beer his music will supply | I |
From clowns who happy wi the din | L2 |
Dance their hand naild hilos thin | L2 |
Along the roads in passing crowds | E |
Followd by dust like smoaking clouds | E |
Scotch droves of beast a little breed | N |
In swelterd weary mood proceed | N |
A patient race from scottish hills | E |
To fatten by our pasture rills | E |
Lean wi the wants of mountain soil | Z |
But short and stout for travels toil | Z |
Wi cockd up horns and curling crown | U |
And dewlap bosom hanging down | U |
Followd by slowly pacing swains | E |
Wild to our rushy flats and plains | E |
At whom the shepherds dog will rise | E |
And shake himself and in supprise | E |
Draw back and waffle in affright | N |
Barking the traveller out of sight | N |
And mowers oer their scythes will bear | I |
Upon their uncooth dress to stare | I |
And shepherds as they trample bye | I |
Leaves oer their hooks a wondering eye | I |
To witness men so oddly clad | N |
In petticoats of banded plad | N |
Wi blankets oer their shoulders slung | M2 |
To camp at night the fields among | M2 |
When they for rest on commons stop | N2 |
And blue cap like a stocking top | N2 |
Cockt oer their faces summer brown | U |
Wi scarlet tazzeles on the crown | U |
Rude patterns of the thistle flower | I |
Untrickd and open to the shower | I |
And honest faces fresh and free | I |
That breath of mountain liberty | I |
The pindar on the sabbath day | N |
Soon as the darkness waxes grey | N |
Before one sun beam oer the ground | N |
Spindles its light and shadow round | N |
Goes round the fields at early morn | O2 |
To see what stock are in the corn | O2 |
To see what chances sheep may win | L2 |
Thro gaps the gipsey pilfers thin | L2 |
Or if theyve forcd a restless way | N |
By rubbing at a loosend tray | N |
Or nuzling colt that trys to catch | P2 |
A gate at night left off the latch | P2 |
By traveller seeking home in haste | N |
Or the clown by fareys chas'd | N |
That listning while he makes a stand | N |
Opens each gat | N |
John Clare
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Shepherds Calendar - July poem by John Clare
Best Poems of John Clare