A Day In Ireland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACADED FGGGAFAF BHAHIJAJ KLBLMNLN| Four sharp scythes sweeping in concert keeping | A |
| The rich robed meadow's broad bosom o'er | B |
| Four strong men mowing with bright health glowing | A |
| A long green swath spread each man before | C |
| With sinews springing my keen blade swinging | A |
| I strode the fourth man in that blithe band | D |
| As stalk of corn that summer morn | E |
| The scythe felt light in my stalwart hand | D |
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| Oh King of Glory How changed my story | F |
| Since in youth's noontide long long ago | G |
| I mowed that meadow no cloudy shadow | G |
| Between my brow and the hot sun's glow | G |
| Fair girls raking the hay and making | A |
| The fields resound with their laugh and glee | F |
| Their voices ringing than cuckoo's singing | A |
| Made music sweeter by far to me | F |
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| Bees hovered over the honied clover | B |
| Then nestward hied upon wings of light | H |
| No use in trying to trace them flying | A |
| One brief low hum and they're out of sight | H |
| On downy thistle bright insects nestle | I |
| Or flutter skyward on painted wings | J |
| At times alighting on flowers inviting | A |
| 'Twas pleasant watching the airy things | J |
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| From hazel bushes came songs of thrushes | K |
| And blackbirds sweeter than harper's lay | L |
| While high in ether with sun tipped feather | B |
| The skylark warbled his anthem gay | L |
| With throats distended sweet linnets blended | M |
| A thousand notes in one glorious chime | N |
| Oh King Eternal 'twas life supernal | L |
| In beauteous Erin that pleasant time | N |
Michael Cavanagh
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