The Gardener Lxxxiii: She Dwelt On The Hillside Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEFGHIJKLCBMNOPQ RSTUCVCSLKKCSWKXKYZU A2B2C2D2QXQLE2F2G2CL QKWCGO

She dwelt on the hillside by edgeA
of a maize field near the spring thatB
flows in laughing rills through theC
solemn shadows of ancient trees TheC
women came there to fill their jarsD
and travellers would sit there to restE
and talk She worked and dreamedF
daily to the tune of the bubblingG
streamH
One evening the stranger came downI
from the cloud hidden peak his locksJ
were tangled like drowsy snakes WeK
asked in wonder Who are youL
He answered not but sat by theC
garrulous stream and silently gazed atB
the hut where she dwelt Our heartsM
quaked in fear and we came back homeN
when it was nightO
Next morning when the womenP
came to fetch water at the spring byQ
the deodar trees they found the doorsR
open in her hut but her voice was goneS
and where was her smiling faceT
The empty jar lay on the floor and herU
lamp had burnt itself out in theC
corner No one knew where she hadV
fled to before it was morning and theC
stranger had goneS
In the month of May the sun grewL
strong and the snow melted and weK
sat by the spring and wept WeK
wondered in our mind Is there aC
spring in the land where she has goneS
and where she can fill her vessel inW
these hot thirsty days And weK
asked each other in dismay Is thereX
a land beyond these hills where weK
liveY
It was a summer night the breezeZ
blew from the south and I sat in herU
deserted room where the lamp stoodA2
still unlit When suddenly fromB2
before my eyes the hills vanished likeC2
curtains drawn aside Ah it isD2
she who comes How are you myQ
child Are you happy But whereX
can you shelter under this open skyQ
And alas our spring is not here toL
allay your thirstE2
Here is the same sky she saidF2
only free from the fencing hillsG2
this is the same stream grown into aC
river the same earth widened intoL
a plain Everything is here IQ
sighed only we are not SheK
smiled sadly and said You are inW
my heart I woke up and heard theC
babbling of the stream and the rustlingG
of the deodars at nightO

Rabindranath Tagore



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