The Ash Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGGHHIIJJ KKLLMMNNOOPPQQ RRLLLLSSS| The undecaying yew has shed his flowers | A |
| Long since in golden showers | A |
| The elm has robed her height | B |
| In green and hangs maternal o'er the bright | B |
| Starred meadows and her full contented breast | C |
| Lifts and sinks to rest | C |
| Shades drowsing in the grass | D |
| Beneath the hedge move but as the hours pass | D |
| Beech oak and beam have all put beauty on | E |
| In the eye of the sun | F |
| Because the hawthorn's sweet | G |
| All the earth is sweet and the air and the wind's feet | G |
| In the wood's green hollows the earth is sweet and wet | H |
| For scarce one shaft may get | H |
| The sudden green between | I |
| Only that warm sweet creeps between the green | I |
| Or in the clearing the bluebells lifting high | J |
| Make another azure sky | J |
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| All's leaf and flower except | K |
| The sluggish ash that all night long has slept | K |
| And all the morning of this lingering spring | L |
| Every tree else may sing | L |
| Every bough laugh and shake | M |
| But the ash like an old man does not wake | M |
| Even though draws near the season's poise and noon | N |
| Of heavy poppied swoon | N |
| Still the ash is asleep | O |
| Or from his lower upraised palms now creep | O |
| First green leaves promising that even those gaunt | P |
| Tossed boughs shall be the haunt | P |
| Of Autumn starlings shrill | Q |
| Mid his full leaved high branches never still | Q |
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| If to any tree | R |
| 'Tis to the ash that I might likened be | R |
| Masculine unamenable delaying | L |
| With palms uplifted praying | L |
| For another life and Spring | L |
| Yet unforeshadowed but content to swing | L |
| Stiff branches chill and bare | S |
| In this fine quivering air | S |
| That others' love makes sweetness everywhere | S |
John Frederick Freeman
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