The Massacre Of The Bards Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The sunlight from the sky is swept	A
But over Snowdon's summit kept	A
One brand of cloud yet burns	B
By ghostly hands far out of sight	C
Held glowing in the even light	C
As Fate still keeps the weapon bright	C
That lingers and returns	B
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O day of slaughter Day of woe	D
But once a thousand years ago	D
Such day has Britain seen	E
When blushed her hoary hills with shame	F
At Mona's sacrifice of flame	F
While shrieks from out the burning came	F
Across the strait between	E
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Death helping day That couldst not find	G
One weeping cloud to hide behind	G
Cursed day whose light was given	H
For search mate to the Saxon sword	I
Through coverts that our rocks afford	I
While Edward's godless minions poured	I
The blood of the unshriven	H
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Ill fare we when the trees are rent	J
Whose friendly shelter erst was lent	J
In sun and wind and rain	H
Ill fare we when the thunder shocks	K
Let loose the torrents from their rocks	K
To sweep away the mountain flocks	K
And flood the standing grain	H
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But where the forest giants groan	H
By winds that waste the woods o'erthrown	H
New saplings blithely spring	L
Sank herd and harvest 'neath the tide	M
There's bleating on the mountain side	M
O'er cornfields ere the dew has dried	M
To morrow's lark shall sing	L
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Sore sighs the land when she has need	N
The dragon jaws of war to feed	N
With those who love her best	O
And long shall Cambria's tears be shed	P
For him who late her armies led	P
Llewellyn whose dissevered head	P
The Saxon crowned in jest	O
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Yet in their stead whose blood is spilt	Q
Newcomers seize the sword's warm hilt	Q
Or o'er it reach the ground	R
Llewellyn every night watch drear	S
With grief for thee brings morning near	S
That morn when Arthur shall appear	S
Once more our leader crowned	R
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But when the blood of bards is poured	I
Who gathers their forgotten hoard	I
From memories sealed by fate	T
What daring songster e'er shall soar	S
For us to Heaven's death guarded door	S
And tell thereafter of the store	S
That glimmers through the grate	T
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When Famine's empty hand is filled	U
When years the shattered oaks rebuild	U
Shall heroes spring again	H
Brave spirits of the past to greet	V
Who rise at minstrel summons sweet	V
When bards the olden tales repeat	V
Of Britain's mighty slain	H
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Nay by the harps our fathers heard	W
No more shall Britain's heart be stirred	W
Lost is the ancient lore	S
Spent is the breath of song that fanned	X
Freedom's low fires The bard's light hand	X
Whose beckoning brought the martial band	X
Shall seek the strings no more	S

Mary Hannay Foott

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