The Royal Mails Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGGEHIJKJCLMM LNNOFFOPQRRQSQTTUJJJ UVWVWXYWZA2B2A2WA2C2 D2C2E2F2F2E2RRE2C2G2 C2H2I2PJ2PK2ML2M2MRR N2RO2P2P2UQ2Q2UR2US2 S2S2T2S2N2U2V2W2V2X2 X2X2V2Y2Y2Y2Z2LN2KK2 J2J2K2D2A3LA3LA3A3A3 K2A3A3A3J2A3LA3LA3EE D2FM2A3D2A3A3E2| For all its flowers and trailing bowers | A |
| Its singing birds and streams | B |
| This valley's not the blissful spot | C |
| The paradise it seems | B |
| I don't forget a man I met | D |
| Beneath this very tree | E |
| The cooing of that cushat dove | F |
| Brings back his face to me | E |
| The merest lad a sullen sad | G |
| Unhappy soul with eyes half mad | G |
| Most sorrowful to see | E |
| I asked him who he was and what | H |
| 'Twas his affair he answered that | I |
| And had no more to say | J |
| 'Twas all I'd feared the tale I heard | K |
| When he at last gave way | J |
| I've not forgot the look he shot | C |
| Me through and through with then | L |
| 'What loathly land is this ' he cried | M |
| And cursed it for a countryside | M |
| Where devils masque as men | L |
| I thought at first his brain was burst | N |
| So senselessly he cried and cursed | N |
| And spat with rage and hate | O |
| He writhed to hear the glossy dove | F |
| In song among the boughs above | F |
| Beside its gentle mate | O |
| His fury passed away at last | P |
| And when his reason came | Q |
| He told me he was city bred | R |
| A page about the Court he said | R |
| And coloured up with shame | Q |
| It made him wince to own a Prince | S |
| Of very famous fame | Q |
| 'He looked for one with speed and strength | T |
| And youth and picked on me at length | T |
| And ordered me to stand | U |
| Prepared to leave at break of day | J |
| With letters naught must long delay | J |
| For certain cities far away | J |
| Across this lonely land | U |
| 'He told me all the roads to take | V |
| And cautioned me to go | W |
| With ears and eyes and wits awake | V |
| Alert from top to toe | W |
| For spies and thieves wore out most shoes | X |
| Upon the roads that I must use | Y |
| As he had cause to know | W |
| 'I took my cloak as morning broke | Z |
| And started down the hill | A2 |
| With Castle bells and Fare ye wells | B2 |
| And bugles sweet and shrill | A2 |
| Sir Woodsman though it's months ago | W |
| I hear that music still | A2 |
| 'What matters now or ever how | C2 |
| I made the journey here | D2 |
| I fed on berries from the bough | C2 |
| Abundant everywhere | E2 |
| Or if it failed that luscious meat | F2 |
| I dug up roots that wild hogs eat | F2 |
| And flourished on the fare | E2 |
| At night I made a grassy bed | R |
| And went to sleep without a dread | R |
| And woke without a care | E2 |
| 'No matter how I managed now | C2 |
| It all went well enough | G2 |
| Until I saw this spot I vow | C2 |
| No man was better off | H2 |
| 'Last night as I came down this vale | I2 |
| In wind and rain full blast | P |
| I turned about to hear a shout | J2 |
| Ho master whither so fast | P |
| 'A minute more and half a score | K2 |
| Of men were at my side | M |
| Plain merchants all they said they were | L2 |
| And camping in a thicket near | M2 |
| Remain with us ' they cried | M |
| ' Remain with us our board is spread | R |
| With cheer the best Ah stay ' they said | R |
| Why go so proudly by ' | N2 |
| And there and then my legs were lead | R |
| A weary man was I | O2 |
| 'They stared with wonder that I walked | P2 |
| These tangled hills and dales and talked | P2 |
| Of better roads at hand | U |
| Smooth roads without a hill to climb | Q2 |
| A man could walk in half the time | Q2 |
| The finest in the land | U |
| With more but most of it I lost | R2 |
| Or did not understand | U |
| ' So come ' they cried our tents are tight | S2 |
| Our fires are burning warm and bright | S2 |
| How shall we let you go to night | S2 |
| Without offending heaven | T2 |
| Come leave you shall with morning light | S2 |
| Strong with the strength of seven ' | N2 |
| 'True men they seemed for me I dreamed | U2 |
| No whit of their design | V2 |
| Their mildness would have clapped a hood | W2 |
| On sharper eyes than mine | V2 |
| Ay me they pressed awhile to rest | X2 |
| Persuaded me to be their guest | X2 |
| And stole the letters from my breast | X2 |
| When I fell down with wine | V2 |
| 'It all came crowding on my mind | Y2 |
| With morning when I woke to find | Y2 |
| How blind and blind and utter blind | Y2 |
| And blind again I'd been | Z2 |
| Both tents and men had vanished then | L |
| Were nowhere to be seen ' | N2 |
| 'Twas word for word a tale I'd heard | K |
| Not once or twice before | K2 |
| Since first I made an axe ring out | J2 |
| Upon the timber hereabout | J2 |
| But twenty times and more | K2 |
| For many a year we've harboured here | D2 |
| A nest of thieves and worse | A3 |
| Who watch for these young Castlemen | L |
| At night among the gorse | A3 |
| It's hard to say if one in ten | L |
| Gets by with life and purse | A3 |
| I wonder since 'twould serve the Prince | A3 |
| To square accounts with these | A3 |
| And many a score of footpads more | K2 |
| All like as pins or peas | A3 |
| Who ply their trades at other glades | A3 |
| And plunder whom they please | A3 |
| He does not rout the vermin out | J2 |
| And hang them to the trees | A3 |
| But this poor lad for me I knew | L |
| Scarce what to think or say | A3 |
| I pitied him I pitied too | L |
| Those cities far away | A3 |
| I asked him would he stay and be | E |
| A woodman in these woods with me | E |
| Perhaps he did not hear | D2 |
| Perhaps the dove in song above | F |
| Beside it mistress dear | M2 |
| Was Castle bells and Fare ye wells | A3 |
| And hornets in his ear | D2 |
| An old grey man in all but years | A3 |
| He pulled his cloak about his ears | A3 |
| And went I know not where | E2 |
Ralph Hodgson
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