A Far Place Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEFE GHIH DJKJ LMIN IOIO PQIQ RIPI ASIT IUIU VWXW IYIY YZA2Z IB2IB2 RC2ID2 LCDCTo K Wigram | A |
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Sheltered when the rain blew over the hills it was | B |
Sunny all day when the days of summer were long | C |
Beyond all rumour of labouring towns it was | B |
But at dawn and evening its trees were noisy with song | C |
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There were four elms on the southward lawn standing | D |
Their great trunks evenly set in a square | E |
Of shadowed grass in spring pierced with crocuses | F |
And their tops met high in the empty air | E |
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Where the morning rose the grey church was below us | G |
If we stood by the porch we saw on either hand | H |
The ground falling the trees falling and meadows | I |
A river hamlets and spires a chequered land | H |
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A wide country where cloud shadows went chasing | D |
Mile after mile diminishing fast until | J |
They met the far blue downs but round the corner | K |
The western garden lay lonely under the hill | J |
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And closed in the western garden under the hillside | L |
Where silence was and the rest of the world was gone | M |
We saw and took the curving year's munificence | I |
Changing from flower to flower the garden shone | N |
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Early its walks were fringed with little rock plants | I |
Sprays and tufts of blossom white yellow and blue | O |
And all about were sprinkled stars of narcissus | I |
And swathes of tulips all over the garden grew | O |
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White groups and pink red crimson and lemon yellow | P |
And the yellow and red streaked tulips once loved by a boy | Q |
Red and yellow their stiff and varnished petals | I |
And the scent of them stings me still with a youthful joy | Q |
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And in the season of perfect and frailest beauty | R |
Pear blossom broke and the lilacs' waxen cones | I |
And a tranced laburnum trailing its veils of yellow | P |
Tenderly drooped over the ivied stones | I |
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The lilacs browned a breath dried the laburnum | A |
The swollen peonies scattered the earth with blood | S |
And the rhododendrons shed their sumptuous mantles | I |
And the marshalled irises unsceptred stood | T |
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And the borders filled with daisies and pied sweet williams | I |
And busy pansies and there as we gazed and dreamed | U |
And breathed the swooning smell of the packed carnations | I |
The present was always the crown of all it seemed | U |
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Each month more beautiful sprang from a robe discarded | V |
The year all effortless dropt the best away | W |
And struck the heart with loveliness new more lavish | X |
When the clambering rose had blown and died by day | W |
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The broad leaved tapering many shielded hollyhocks | I |
Stood like pillars and shone to the August sun | Y |
The glimmering cups of waking evening primroses | I |
Filled the dusk now the scent of the rose was done | Y |
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A wall there was and a door to the rose garden | Y |
And out of that a gate to the orchard led | Z |
And there was the last hedge and the turf sloped upward | A2 |
Till the sky was cut by the hill's line overhead | Z |
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And thither at times we climbed and far below us | I |
That world that had made the world remote was seen | B2 |
Small a huddle of russet roofs and chimneys | I |
And its guard of elms like bushes against the green | B2 |
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One spot in the country little and mild and homely | R |
The nearest house of a wide populous plain | C2 |
But down at evening under the stars and the branches | I |
In the whispering garden we lost the world again | D2 |
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Whispering faint the garden under the hillside | L |
Under the stars Is it true that we lived there long | C |
Was it certainly so Did ever we know that dwelling | D |
Breathe that night and hear in the night that song | C |
John Collings Squire, Sir
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