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Reminiscence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
The Swallows sang	B
ALIEN to us are	C
Your fields and your cotes and your glebes	D
Secret our nests are	C
Although they be built in your eaves	D
Un eaten by us are	C
The grains that grow in your fields	D
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The Weathercock on the barn answered	E
Not alien to ye are	C
The powers of un earthbound beings	D
Their curse ye would bring	F
On our cotes and our glebes and our fields	D
If aught should befall	G
The brood that is bred in the eaves	D
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The Swallows answered	E
If aught should befall	G
Our brood that's not travelled the seas	D
Your temples would fall	G
And blood ye would milk from your beeves	D
Against them the curse we would bring	F
Of un earthbound beings	D
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II	A
I saw the wind to day	H
I saw it in the pane	I
Of glass upon the wall	G
A moving thing 'twas like	J
No bird with widening wing	F
No mouse that runs along	K
The meal bag under the beam	L
I think it like a horse	D
All black with frightening mane	I
That springs out of the earth	M
And tramples on his way	H
I saw it in the glass	D
The shaking of a mane	I
A horse that no one rides	D
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III	A
Meet for a town where pennies have few pairs	D
In children's pockets this toyshop and its wares	D
Jew's harps and masks and kites	D
And paper lanterns with their farthing lights	D
All in a dim lit window to be seen	N
Within	O
The walls that have the patches of the damp	P
The counter where there burns the murky lamp	P
And then the counter and the shelf between	N
The dame	Q
Meagre grey polled lame	Q
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And here she's been since times are legendary	R
For Miler Dowdall whom we used to see	R
Upon the hoarding with deft hands held up	S
To win the champion's belt or silver cup	S
Would come in here to buy a ball or top	T
That Miler Dowdall the great pugilist	U
Who had the world once beneath his fist	U
Now Miler's is a name that's blown by	A
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How's custom Bad enough She had not sold	V
Kites for ten boys along the street to hold	V
She sold them by the gross in times agone	N
Wasn't it poor the town	N
Where boys	D
Would count their mort of marbles saving them	W
In crock or jar till round the season came	Q
And buy no more to handsel in first game	Q
And toys	D
The liveliest were stiffened like herself	X
The brightest were grown drab upon her shelf	X
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But she's not tragical no not a whit	Y
She laughs as she talks to you that is it	Y
As paper lantern's farthing candle light	Z
Her eyes are bright	Z
Her lame spare frame upborne	N
A paper kite held by a string that's worn	N
And like a jew's harp when you strike its tongue	A2
That way her voice goes on	N
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Recalling long ago And she will hop	T
The inches of her crib this narrow shop	T
When you step in to be her customer	B2
A bird of little worth a sparrow say	H
Whose crib's in such neglected passageway	H
That one's left wondering who brings crumbs to her	B2
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How strange to think that she is still inside	C2
After so many turns of the tide	C2
Since this lit window was a dragon's eye	A
To turn us all to wonder coming nigh	A
Since this dim window was a dragon's eye	A
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IV	A
Down a street that once I lived in	N
You used to pass a honey seller	B2
And the town in which that street was	D
Was the shabbiest of all places	D
You were different from the others	D
Who went by to barter meanly	G
Different from the man with colored	E
Windmills for the children's pennies	D
Different from the drab purveyor	B2
With her paper screens to fill up	S
Chill and empty fireplaces	D
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You went by a man upstanding	F
On your head a wide dish holding	F
Dark and golden lumps of honey	N
You went slowly like an old horse	D
That's not driven any longer	B2
But that likes to take an amble	G
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No one ever bought your honey	N
No one ever paid a penny	N
For a single comb of sweetness	D
Every house was grim unto you	D2
With foregone desire of eating	F
Bread whose taste had sweet of honey	N
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Yet you went a man contented	E2
's though you had a king to call on	N
Who would take you to his parlour	B2
And buy all your stock of honey	N
On you went and in a sounding	F
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Voice just like the bell of evening	F
Told us of the goods you carried	F2
Told us of the dark and golden	N
Treasure dripping on your wide dish	G2
You went by and no one named you	D2
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V	N
The crows still fly to that wood and out of the wood she comes	D
Carrying her load of sticks a little less now than before	H2
Her strength being less she bends as the hoar rush bends in the wind	I2
She will sit by the fire in the smoke her thoughts on root and the living branch no more	H2
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The crows still fly to that wood that wood that is sparse and gapped	I2
The last one left of the herd makes way by the lane to the stall	G
Lowing distress as she goes the great trees there are all down	N
No fiddle sounds in the hut to night and a candle only gives light to the hall	G
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The trees are gapped and sparse yet a sapling spreads on the joints	D
Of the wall till the castle stones fall down into the moat	I2
The last one who minds that our race once stood as a spreading tree	N
She goes and thorns are bare where the blackbird his summer songs done strikes one metal note	I2
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VI	A
The Mountain Thrush I say	H
But I am thinking of her Nell the Rambler	B2
She'd come down to our houses bird alone	N
From some haunt that was hers and we would see her	B2
Drawing the water from the well one day	H
For one house or another or we'd hear her	B2
Garrulous with the turkeys down the street	I2
We children	N
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From neighbour's house to neighbour's house she'd go	J2
Until one day we'd see	N
Her worn cloak hanging behind our door	H2
And then that night we'd hear	K2
Of Earl Gerald how he rides abroad	I2
His horse's hooves shod with the weighty silver	B2
And how he'll ride all roads till those silver shoes	D
Are worn thin	N
As thin as the cat's ears before the fire	B2
Upraised in such content before the fire	B2
And making little lanterns in the firelight	I2
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The Mountain Thrush when every way's a hard one	N
Hops on in numbness till a patch of sunlight	I2
Falling will turn her to a wayside song	K
So it was with her Rambler Nell a shelter	B2
A bit upon the board and she flowed on	N
With rambler's discourse tales and rhymes and sayings	D
With child's light in her worn eyes and laughter	B2
To all her words	D
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The lore she had	I2
'Twas like a kingly robe on which long rains	D
Have fallen and fallen and parted	I2
The finely woven web and have washed away	H
The kingly colours but have left some threads	D
Still golden and some feathers still as shining	F
As the kingfisher's While she sat there not spinning	F
Not weaving anything but her own fancies	D
We ate potatoes out of the ash and thought them	W
Like golden apples out of Tiprobane	N
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When winter's over long and days that famish	G2
Come one upon another like snowflakes	D
The Mountain Thrush makes way down to our houses	D
Hops round for crumbs and stays a while a comer	B2
Upon our floors	D
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She did not think	L2
Bread of dependence bitter three went with her	B2
Hunger Sorrow and Loneliness and they	H
Had crushed all that makes claims though they'd not bent her	B2
Nor emptied her of trust what was it led her	B2
From house to house but that she always looked for	H2
A warmer welcome at the hearth ahead	I2
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So she went on until it came one day	H
The Mountain Thrush's heart stop on the way	H
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VII	A
An old man said 'I saw	D
The chief of the things that are gone	N
A stag with head held high	A
A doe and a fawn	N
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'And they were the deer of Ireland	I2
That scorned to breed within bound	I2
The last they left no race	D
Tame on a pleasure ground	I2
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'A stag with his hide all rough	A
With the dew and a doe and a fawn	N
Nearby on their track on the mountain	N
I watched them two and one	N
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'Down to the Shannon going	F
Did its waters cease to flow	J2
When they passed they that carried the swiftness	D
And the pride of long ago	J2
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'The last of the troop that had heard	I2
Finn's and Oscar's cry	A
A doe and a fawn and before	H2
A stag with head held high '	-
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VIII	A
'A Stranger you came to me over the Sea	N
But welcome I made you Seumas a ree	N
And shelter I gave you my sons set to ward you	D2
Red war I faced for you Seumas a ree	N
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'Now a craven you go from me over the Sea	N
But my best sons go with you Seumas a ree	N
Foreign graves they will gam and for those who remain	N
The black hemp is sown och Seumas a ree	N
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'But the Boyne shall flow back fr	N