The Bough Of Nonsense: An Idyll Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF AGAGAA HIHIAA JKJKAA AAAAAA

Back from the Somme two FusiliersA
Limped painfully home the elder saidB
S Robert I've lived three thousand yearsA
This Summer and I'm nine parts deadB
R But if that's truly so I cried quick nowC
Through these great oaks and see the famous boughC
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Where once a nonsense built her nestD
With skulls and flowers and all things queerE
In an old boot with patient breastD
Hatching three eggs and the next yearE
S Foaled thirteen squamous young beneath and ridF
Wales of drink melancholy and psalms she didF
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Said he Before this quaint mood failsA
We'll sit and weave a nonsense hymnG
R Hanging it up with monkey tailsA
In a deep grove all hushed and dimG
S To glorious yellow bunched banana treesA
R Planted in dreams by pious PortugueseA
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S Which men are wise beyond their timeH
And worship nonsense no one moreI
R Hard by among old quince and limeH
They've built a temple with no floorI
S And whosoever worships in that placeA
He disappears from sight and leaves no traceA
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R Once the Galatians built a faneJ
To Sense what duller God than thatK
S But the first day of autumn rainJ
The roof fell in and crushed them flatK
R Ay for a roof of subtlest logic fallsA
When nonsense is foundation for the wallsA
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I tell him old Galatian talesA
He caps them in quick PortugueseA
While phantom creatures with green scalesA
Scramble and roll among the treesA
The hymn swells on a bough above us singsA
A row of bright pink birds flapping their wingsA

Robert Graves



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