The Shepherds Calendar - November Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon	A
And if the sun looks through 'tis with a face	B
Beamless and pale and round as if the moon	A
When done the journey of her nightly race	B
Had found him sleeping and supplied his place	B
For days the shepherds in the fields may be	C
Nor mark a patch of sky blindfold they trace	B
The plains that seem without a bush or tree	C
Whistling aloud by guess to flocks they cannot see	C
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The timid hare seems half its fears to lose	D
Crouching and sleeping 'neath its grassy lair	E
And scarcely startles tho' the shepherd goes	F
Close by its home and dogs are barking there	E
The wild colt only turns around to stare	E
At passer by then knaps his hide again	G
And moody crows beside the road forbear	E
To fly tho' pelted by the passing swain	H
Thus day seems turn'd to night and tries to wake in vain	H
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The owlet leaves her hiding place at noon	A
And flaps her grey wings in the doubling light	I
The hoarse jay screams to see her out so soon	A
And small birds chirp and startle with affright	I
Much doth it scare the superstitious wight	I
Who dreams of sorry luck and sore dismay	J
While cow boys think the day a dream of night	I
And oft grow fearful on their lonely way	J
Fancying that ghosts may wake and leave their graves by day	J
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Yet but awhile the slumbering weather flings	K
Its murky prison round then winds wake loud	I
With sudden stir the startled forest sings	K
Winter's returning song cloud races cloud	I
And the horizon throws away its shroud	I
Sweeping a stretching circle from the eye	L
Storms upon storms in quick succession crowd	I
And o'er the sameness of the purple sky	L
Heaven paints with hurried hand wild hues of every dye	L
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At length it comes along the forest oaks	M
With sobbing ebbs and uproar gathering high	L
The scared hoarse raven on its cradle croaks	M
And stockdove flocks in hurried terrors fly	L
While the blue hawk hangs o'er them in the sky	L
The hedger hastens from the storm begun	N
To seek a shelter that may keep him dry	L
And foresters low bent the wind to shun	N
Scarce hear amid the strife the poacher's muttering gun	N
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The ploughman hears its humming rage begin	O
And hies for shelter from his naked toil	P
Buttoning his doublet closer to his chin	O
He bends and scampers o'er the elting soil	P
While clouds above him in wild fury boil	P
And winds drive heavily the beating rain	H
He turns his back to catch his breath awhile	Q
Then ekes his speed and faces it again	G
To seek the shepherd's hut beside the rushy plain	H
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The boy that scareth from the spiry wheat	I
The melancholy crow in hurry weaves	M
Beneath an ivied tree his sheltering seat	I
Of rushy flags and sedges tied in sheaves	M
Or from the field a shock of stubble thieves	M
There he doth dithering sit and entertain	H
His eyes with marking the storm driven leaves	M
Oft spying nests where he spring eggs had ta'en	G
And wishing in his heart 'twas summer time again	G
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Thus wears the month along in checker'd moods	M
Sunshine and shadows tempests loud and calms	M
One hour dies silent o'er the sleepy woods	M
The next wakes loud with unexpected storms	M
A dreary nakedness the field deforms	M
Yet many a rural sound and rural sight	I
Lives in the village still about the farms	M
Where toil's rude uproar hums from morn till night	I
Noises in which the ears of Industry delight	I
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At length the stir of rural labour's still	R
And Industry her care awhile forgoes	M
When Winter comes in earnest to fulfil	R
His yearly task at bleak November's close	M
And stops the plough and hides the field in snows	M
When frost locks up the stream in chill delay	R
And mellows on the hedge the jetty sloes	M
For little birds then Toil hath time for play	R
And nought but threshers' flails awake the dreary day	R

John Clare

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