Ryton Firs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FGHIG JKLMNOPQRSKBATUBVTWT CRXYZCVA2BC A B2B2C2CC2C D2CKCKCD2CA2A2JJCE2C RF2RCCG2GGH2 BWVI2J2GK2CBSK2CL2BM 2CA2N2CCKV WCCO2VACC2CO2CP2G BWQ2WR2BCCP2J2WBCAKC S2GBT2U2N2CV2CCGR W2CGB CA2BCA2CRA2GA2X2BA2A 2VA2A2N2A2A2CY2CBBZ2 CThe Dream | A |
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All round the knoll on days of quietest air | B |
Secrets are being told and if the trees | C |
Speak out let them make uproar loud as drums | D |
'Tis secrets still shouted instead of whisper'd | E |
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There must have been a warning given once | F |
No tree on pain of withering and sawfly | G |
To reach the slimmest of his snaky toes | H |
Into this mounded sward and rumple it | I |
All trees stand back taboo is on this soil | G |
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The trees have always scrupulously obeyed | J |
The grass that elsewhere grows as best it may | K |
Under the larches countable long nesh blades | L |
Here in clear sky pads the ground thick and close | M |
As wool upon a Southdown wether's back | N |
And as in Southdown wool your hand must sink | O |
Up to the wrist before it find the roots | P |
A bed for summer afternoons this grass | Q |
But in the Spring not too softly entangling | R |
For lively feet to dance on when the green | S |
Flashes with daffodils From Marcle way | K |
From Dymock Kempley Newent Bromesberrow | B |
Redmarley all the meadowland daffodils seem | A |
Running in golden tides to Ryton Firs | T |
To make the knot of steep little wooded hills | U |
Their brightest show O bella et de l'oro | B |
Now I breathe you again my woods of Ryton | V |
Not only golden with your daffodil fires | T |
Lying in pools on the loose dusky ground | W |
Beneath the larches tumbling in broad rivers | T |
Down sloping grass under the cherry trees | C |
And birches but among your branches clinging | R |
A mist of that Ferrara gold I first | X |
Loved in the easy hours then green with you | Y |
And as I stroll about you now I have | Z |
Accompanying me like troops of lads and lasses | C |
Chattering and dancing in a shining fortune | V |
Those mornings when your alleys of long light | A2 |
And your brown rosin scented shadows were | B |
Enchanted with the laughter of my boys | C |
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The Voices in the Dream | A |
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Follow my heart my dancing feet | B2 |
Dance as blithe as my heart can beat | B2 |
Only can dancing understand | C2 |
What a heavenly way we pass | C |
Treading the green and golden land | C2 |
Daffodillies and grass | C |
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I had a song too on my road | D2 |
But mine was in my eyes | C |
For Malvern Hills were with me all the way | K |
Singing loveliest visible melodies | C |
Blue as a south sea bay | K |
And ruddy as wine of France | C |
Breadths of new turn'd ploughland under them glowed | D2 |
'Twas my heart then must dance | C |
To dwell in my delight | A2 |
No need to sing when all in song my sight | A2 |
Moved over hills so musically made | J |
And with such colour played | J |
And only yesterday it was I saw | C |
Veil'd in streamers of grey wavering smoke | E2 |
My shapely Malvern Hills | C |
That was the last hail storm to trouble spring | R |
He came in gloomy haste | F2 |
Pusht in front of the white clouds quietly basking | R |
In such a hurry he tript against the hills | C |
And stumbling forward spilt over his shoulders | C |
All his black baggage held | G2 |
Streaking downpour of hail | G |
Then fled dismayed and the sun in golden glee | G |
And the high white clouds laught down his dusky ghost | H2 |
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For all that's left of winter | B |
Is moisture in the ground | W |
When I came down the valley last the sun | V |
Just thawed the grass and made me gentle turf | I2 |
But still the frost was bony underneath | J2 |
Now moles take burrowing jaunts abroad and ply | G |
Their shovelling hands in earth | K2 |
As nimbly as the strokes | C |
Of a swimmer in a long dive under water | B |
The meadows in the sun are twice as green | S |
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth | K2 |
The mischief of the moles | C |
No dullish red Glostershire earth new delved | L2 |
In April And I think shows fairest where | B |
These rummaging small rogues have been at work | M2 |
If you will look the way the sunlight slants | C |
Making the grass one great green gem of light | A2 |
Bright earth crimson and even | N2 |
Scarlet everywhere tracks | C |
The rambling underground affairs of moles | C |
Though 'tis but kestrel bay | K |
Looking against the sun | V |
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But here's the happiest light can lie on ground | W |
Grass sloping under trees | C |
Alive with yellow shine of daffodils | C |
If quicksilver were gold | O2 |
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun | V |
It were not such a fancy of bickering gleam | A |
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs | C |
And all the miles and miles of meadowland | C2 |
The spring makes golden ways | C |
Lead here for here the gold | O2 |
Grows brightest for our eyes | C |
And for our hearts lovelier even than love | P2 |
So here each spring our daffodil festival | G |
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How smooth and quick the year | B |
Spins me the seasons round | W |
How many days have slid across my mind | Q2 |
Since we had snow pitying the frozen ground | W |
Then winter sunshine cheered | R2 |
The bitter skies the snow | B |
Reluctantly obeying lofty winds | C |
Drew off in shining clouds | C |
Wishing it still might love | P2 |
With its white mercy the cold earth beneath | J2 |
But when the beautiful ground | W |
Lights upward all the air | B |
Noon thaws the frozen eaves | C |
And makes the rime on post and paling steam | A |
Silvery blue smoke in the golden day | K |
And soon from loaded trees in noiseless woods | C |
The snows slip thudding down | S2 |
Scattering in their trail | G |
Bright icy sparkles through the glittering air | B |
And the fir branches patiently bent so long | T2 |
Sigh as they lift themselves to rights again | U2 |
Then warm moist hours steal in | N2 |
Such as can draw the year's | C |
First fragrance from the sap of cherry wood | V2 |
Or from the leaves of budless violets | C |
And travellers in lanes | C |
Catch the hot tawny smell | G |
Reynard's damp fur left as he sneakt marauding | R |
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Across from gap to gap | W2 |
And in the larch woods on the highest boughs | C |
The long eared owls like grey cats sitting still | G |
Peer down to quiz the passengers below | B |
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Light has killed the winter and all dark dreams | C |
Now winds live all in light | A2 |
Light has come down to earth and blossoms here | B |
And we have golden minds | C |
From out the long shade of a road high bankt | A2 |
I came on shelving fields | C |
And from my feet cascading | R |
Streaming down the land | A2 |
Flickering lavish of daffodils flowed and fell | G |
Like sunlight on a water thrill'd with haste | A2 |
Such clear pale quivering flame | X2 |
But a flame even more marvellously yellow | B |
And all the way to Ryton here I walkt | A2 |
Ankle deep in light | A2 |
It was as if the world had just begun | V |
And in a mind new made | A2 |
Of shadowless delight | A2 |
My spirit drank my flashing senses in | N2 |
And gloried to be made | A2 |
Of young mortality | A2 |
No darker joy than this | C |
Golden amazement now | Y2 |
Shall dare intrude into our dazzling lives | C |
Stain were it now to know | B |
Mists of sweet warmth and deep delicious colour | B |
Those lovable accomplices that come | Z2 |
Befriending languid hours | C |
Lascelles Abercrombie
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