Mowing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCABDECDFEGFG| There was never a sound beside the wood but one | A |
| And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground | B |
| What was it it whispered I knew not well myself | C |
| Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun | A |
| Something perhaps about the lack of sound | B |
| And that was why it whispered and did not speak | D |
| It was no dream of the gift of idle hours | E |
| Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf | C |
| Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak | D |
| To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows | F |
| Not without feeble pointed spikes of flowers | E |
| Pale orchises and scared a bright green snake | G |
| The fact is the sweetest dream that labour knows | F |
| My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make | G |
Robert Frost
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