The Joy Of Flying Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII JKJKLL MNMNOO PHPHQQ RSRSTT UVWVXX Y| When heavy on my tired mind | A |
| The world and worldly things do weigh | B |
| And some sweet solace I would find | A |
| Into the sky I love to stray | B |
| And all alone to wander round | C |
| In lone seclusion from the ground | C |
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| Ah Then what solitude is mine | D |
| From grovelling mankind aloof | E |
| Their road is but a thin drawn line | D |
| Their busy house a scarce seen roof | E |
| That little stain of red and brown | F |
| They boast about It is their town | F |
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| How small their petty quarrels seem | G |
| Poor crawling multitudes below | H |
| Which like the ants in feverish stream | G |
| From place to place move to and fro | H |
| Like ants they work like ants they fight | I |
| Assuming blindly they are right | I |
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| Soon their existence I forget | J |
| In joy that on these flashing wings | K |
| I cleave the skies O let them fret | J |
| Now know I why the skylark sings | K |
| Untrammelled in the boundless air | L |
| For mine it is his bliss to share | L |
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| Now do I mount a billowy cloud | M |
| Now do I sail low o'er a hill | N |
| And with a seagull's skill endowed | M |
| Circle and wheel and drop at will | N |
| Above the villages asleep | O |
| Above the valleys shadowed deep | O |
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| Above the water meadows green | P |
| Whose streams which intermingled flow | H |
| Like silver lattice work are seen | P |
| A gleam upon the plain below | H |
| Above the woods whose naked trees | Q |
| Move new born buds upon the breeze | Q |
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| And far away above the haze | R |
| I see white mountain summits rise | S |
| Whose snow with sunlight is ablaze | R |
| And shines against the distant skies | S |
| Such thoughts those towering ranges bring | T |
| That I float on a wondering | T |
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| So do I love to travel on | U |
| Through lonely skies myself alone | V |
| For then the feverish fret is gone | W |
| Which on this earth I oft have known | V |
| Kind is the God who lets me fly | X |
| In sweet seclusion through the sky | X |
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| France | Y |
Paul Bewsher
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