The Elm Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCACA DADAEECEC AAAAAABAB ACACAAFAF GCDCHHIHIO that I had a tongue that could express | A |
Half of that peace thou ownest darkling Tree | B |
A slumber shaded with the heaviness | A |
That droops thy leaves hangs deeply over me | B |
Far off the evening light | C |
Takes dim farewell with hesitating Night | C |
Day softly parleys each her hour suspends | A |
Hushing the harboured winds lest they affright | C |
Ripe summer that the falling leaf attends | A |
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Fresh are the fields and like a bloom they wear | D |
This delicate evening Peace upon them lies | A |
So soft I marvel that their slopes to air | D |
Dissolve not ere foot reach them dewy skies | A |
In dream the distance steep | E |
Thou only solitary Elm dost keep | E |
Firm root in earth and with thy musing crest | C |
Unmoved and darkly branching arms asleep | E |
As truth in dream my spirit anchorest | C |
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O surely Sleep inhabits in thy boughs | A |
Sleep that knows all things each well hid distress | A |
And private sigh that all men's plea allows | A |
And is acquainted with the happiness | A |
Removed of him that grieves | A |
Surely beneath thy grave and tranquil leaves | A |
He will unfold the obstinate mystery | B |
That to our questing thought for ever cleaves | A |
And I may hold in my own hand the key | B |
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To pierce the veil and seeing with clear eyes | A |
Wonder that riddles ever vext our lot | C |
What joy For did perfidious Earth devise | A |
Our desolation were her felon plot | C |
To flatter with fair shows | A |
That we her purpose out of useless woes | A |
Might fashion baited by a glorious lure | F |
You could not O dark leaves such deep repose | A |
Imitate nor conspire to seem secure | F |
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You as a child exclaims the natural fear | G |
Which men dissemble what you could not hide | C |
Would utter but you sleep remote from care | D |
Still tree by thy dumb augury I abide | C |
Nor further ask thee tell | H |
Things for the time imprisoned I the spell | H |
Might break and thou the rash intruder scorn | I |
Enough that what I know not thou know'st well | H |
Unagitated nor hast need to mourn | I |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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