The Bathers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACBDCB EFFGEHHEHHHII JHHHKLKLMMKHHNOOHPHH H QBHQBHRRSHSH

Hither from thirsty dayA
And stifling labour and the street's hot glareB
To twilight shut awayA
Beyond the soft roar under hovering treesC
Hither the gleeful multitudes repairB
And by the open echoing evening shoreD
On the dim grass to the faint freshened breezeC
With laughter their delighted bodies bareB
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Peaceful above the sunset's burning smokeE
One star and white moon lure the eastern nightF
Already tasting of that wished delightF
The great elms stir their boughsG
As from the day's hot languor they awokeE
But the gliding cool of water whispering callsH
The bathers in soft plunging fallsH
To overtake its ripple with swift strokeE
Or pillowing their upward faces drowseH
On undulation of an easy peaceH
Miraculous releaseH
Of heavy spirits laving all desireI
With satisfaction and with joy entireI
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Strange now the factory's humming wheel the cryJ
Of tireless engines the swift hoisted balesH
Unnumbered strange the smell of ordered waresH
In the shop's dimness noonday traffic failsH
Out of the wave washed ear stiff office stoolK
And busy hush and like a turbid dreamL
The tavern's glittering fume insensiblyK
Ebbs with the hot race and the glutted streamL
Of labour thieving the dear sands of youthM
But ever closer like sweet tasting truthM
The vivid drench the yielding pressure coolK
And like a known touch comes the fitful breezeH
From murmuring silence the suspended treesH
Above the wet drops that from hair and beardN
Run down the rippled back are real and sweetO
Warm are the breathing limbs and the firm feetO
Tread lightly the firm ground or lightly raceH
To mirthful cries while Evening nearer heardP
And felt a presence of invisible thingsH
Inbreathes as to the nostril keen she bringsH
The darkling scented freshness of the grassH
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O now from raiment of illusion shedQ
The perfect body moves rejecting careB
And to mysterious liberty remitsH
The rejoicing mind in native pasture fedQ
And mates its glory with the priceless airB
The universal beam whatever fitsH
Untamable spirits nor is bought nor soldR
Equalled with heroes oldR
That beautifully people the green mornS
Of time and from pale marble young and wiseH
Gaze past our hurrying world our triumphs wornS
And our hearts trouble with their peaceful eyesH

Robert Laurence Binyon



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