The Native Country Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCACDDEBFGGHEHEEAFG ABFIIAJKBAFICCBCWhere is that country The unresting mind | A |
Like a lapwing nears and leaves it and returns | B |
I know those unknown hill springs where they rise | C |
I know the answer of the elms to the wind | A |
When the wind on their heaving bosom lies | C |
And sleeps I know the grouping pines that crown | D |
The long green hill and fling their darkness down | D |
A never dying shadow and well I know | E |
How in the late months the whole wide woodland burns | B |
Unsmoking and the earth hangs still as still | F |
I know the town the hamlets and the lone | G |
Shelterless cottage where the wind's least tone | G |
Is magnified and his far flung thundering shout | H |
Brings near the incredible end of the world I know | E |
Even in sleep walk I should linger about | H |
Those lanes those streets sure footed and by the unfenced stream go | E |
Hearing the swift waters past the locked mill flow | E |
Where is that country It lies in my mind | A |
Its trees and grassy shape and white gashed hill | F |
And springs and wind and weather its village stone | G |
And solitary stone are in my mind | A |
And every thought familiarly returns | B |
To find its home and birdlike circling still | F |
Above the smouldering beeches of November | I |
And the bare elms and rattled hedgerows of December | I |
That native country lies deep in my mind | A |
For every thought and true affection's home | J |
And like that mental land are you become | K |
Part of that land and I the thought that turns | B |
Towards home And as in that familiar land I find | A |
Myself among each tree spring road and hill | F |
And at each present step my past footsteps remember | I |
So you in all my inward being lies | C |
In you my history my earth and stream and skies | C |
Your late fire is it that in my boughs yet burns | B |
Your stone that to my passing footfall cries | C |
John Frederick Freeman
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