Dirge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FGFH IJIJ KLKM NONH PQPR STST UVUVWXYX YYYY ZA2VA2 B2C2D2E2| Knows he who tills this lonely field | A |
| To reap its scanty corn | B |
| What mystic fruit his acres yield | A |
| At midnight and at morn | B |
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| In the long sunny afternoon | C |
| The plain was full of ghosts | D |
| I wandered up I wandered down | E |
| Beset by pensive hosts | D |
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| The winding Concord gleamed below | F |
| Pouring as wide a flood | G |
| As when my brothers long ago | F |
| Came with me to the wood | H |
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| But they are gone the holy ones | I |
| Who trod with me this lonely vale | J |
| The strong star bright companions | I |
| Are silent low and pale | J |
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| My good my noble in their prime | K |
| Who made this world the feast it was | L |
| Who learned with me the lore of time | K |
| Who loved this dwelling place | M |
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| They took this valley for their toy | N |
| They played with it in every mood | O |
| A cell for prayer a hall for joy | N |
| They treated nature as they would | H |
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| They colored the horizon round | P |
| Stars flamed and faded as they bade | Q |
| All echoes hearkened for their sound | P |
| They made the woodlands glad or mad | R |
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| I touch this flower of silken leaf | S |
| Which once our childhood knew | T |
| Its soft leaves wound me with a grief | S |
| Whose balsam never grew | T |
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| Hearken to yon pine warbler | U |
| Singing aloft in the tree | V |
| Hearest thou O traveller | U |
| What he singeth to me | V |
| Not unless God made sharp thine ear | W |
| With sorrow such as mine | X |
| Out of that delicate lay couldst thou | Y |
| The heavy dirge divine | X |
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| Go lonely man it saith | Y |
| They loved thee from their birth | Y |
| Their hands were pure and pure their faith | Y |
| There are no such hearts on earth | Y |
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| Ye drew one mother's milk | Z |
| One chamber held ye all | A2 |
| A very tender history | V |
| Did in your childhood fall | A2 |
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| Ye cannot unlock your heart | B2 |
| The key is gone with them | C2 |
| The silent organ loudest chants | D2 |
| The master's requiem | E2 |
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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