Chillingham Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDC BEBE A CFCF GHGH IJIJ KLKL A MNON LHLH PQPQ RSRS TUTU VWVW| I | A |
| Through the sunny garden | B |
| The humming bees are still | C |
| The fir climbs the heather | D |
| The heather climbs the hill | C |
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| The low clouds have riven | B |
| A little rift through | E |
| The hill climbs to heaven | B |
| Far away and blue | E |
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| II | A |
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| O the high valley the little low hill | C |
| And the cornfield over the sea | F |
| The wind that rages and then lies still | C |
| And the clouds that rest and flee | F |
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| O the gray island in the rainbow haze | G |
| And the long thin spits of land | H |
| The roughening pastures and the stony ways | G |
| And the golden flash of the sand | H |
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| O the red heather on the moss wrought rock | I |
| And the fir tree stiff and straight | J |
| The shaggy old sheep dog barking at the flock | I |
| And the rotten old five barred gate | J |
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| O the brown bracken the blackberry bough | K |
| The scent of the gorse in the air | L |
| I shall love them ever as I love them now | K |
| I shall weary in Heaven to be there | L |
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| III | A |
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| Strike Life a happy hour and let me live | M |
| But in that grace | N |
| I shall have gathered all the world can give | O |
| Unending Time and Space | N |
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| Bring light and air the thin and shining air | L |
| Of the North land | H |
| The light that falls on tower and garden there | L |
| Close to the gold sea sand | H |
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| Bring flowers the latest colours of the earth | P |
| Ere nun like frost | Q |
| Lay her hard hand upon this rainbow mirth | P |
| With twinkling emerald crossed | Q |
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| The white star of the traveller's joy the deep | R |
| Empurpled rays that hide the smoky stone | S |
| The dahlia rooted in Egyptian sleep | R |
| The last frail rose alone | S |
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| Let music whisper from a casement set | T |
| By them of old | U |
| Where the light smell of lavender may yet | T |
| Rise from the soft loose mould | U |
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| Then shall I know with eyes and ears awake | V |
| Not in bright gleams | W |
| The joy my Heavenly Father joys to make | V |
| For men who grieve in dreams | W |
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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