The Tram (in The Midlands) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I	A
A grinding swerve a hissing spurt	B
And then a droning through the dirt	B
The tram glides on its wonted way	C
Of everyday of everyday	C
Past every corner still the same	D
Squat houses huddle meanly serried	C
An image of the mute and maim	D
With life behind their windows buried	C
Blank windows staring under slate	C
That presses on them desolate	C
As eyes bereft of brows and drips	E
On puddled flowerless garden strips	E
Is it evening noon or morn	F
Is it Autumn is it Spring	G
Nothing tells but the forlorn	F
Rain that is over everything	G
A rain that seems too slow to fall	H
And drifts an immaterial pall	I
Of wetness in the air it leaves	J
A dismal glistening on the eaves	J
And grimed upon the pavement lies	K
For the dirt is in the very skies	K
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Like without and like within	L
Dull bodies clatter out and in	L
And the bell clangs as they subside	C
On the long seat and on we glide	C
Defensive creatures all askance	M
At one another Small eyes lance	M
Suspicion fingers tighten close	N
On baskets thin lips will not lose	O
A word too much and skirts draw shy	A
From any touch too neighbourly	I
And now a bald head grossly quaking	G
And lurching round for elbow space	P
Sets a black beaded bonnet shaking	G
Above a pinched averted face	P
Or stiffly bastioned heaving bust	C
That virtuously expands distrust	C
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And all the fluttered narrow looks	Q
Appear like little painful books	Q
Of soiled accounts where bargains keep	R
Their cherished tale of capture cheap	R
For life is all a cheapening	G
And the rain is over everything	G
And there is neither mirth nor woe	S
Who made it so who made it so	S
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II	A
As I muse as I muse	O
Numbed at heart with eyelids leaden	T
Stupefying senses lose	O
All but sounds and sights that deaden	T
Glassy gaze and shuffled feet	C
Humid glide of the endless street	C
Passing by with rank on rank	U
Of dripping roofs and windows blank	U
Till one dull motion drones the brain	V
Out of meaning out of time	W
And the blood beats to a chime	W
As of bells with mouth inane	V
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And now a monstrous ark it seems	X
That's hurried with the speed of dreams	X
Through streets of ages On it drives	Y
Among unnumbered years and lives	Z
And now the sound grows like a surging	G
As if this speed a host were urging	G
And in the sound are voices coming	G
Thick and tumultuous music drumming	G
And savage odours are astir	A2
Of forest leaves and hidden fur	A2
And naked limbs of hunters glide	C
And warriors in the great sun ride	C
And mutinous nostrilled horses champing	G
With restless necks are strongly stamping	G
The Roman purple passes proud	C
Like an eagle through a cloud	C
Lo knights at arms with pennons dancing	G
To death's adventure gay advancing	G
And here a queen that is a bride	C
Crimson robed and lonely eyed	C
And there a pilgrim's dusty feet	C
Faring to the heavenly city	C
And now an idle beggar singing	G
How the sun and wind are sweet	C
A wayside song a wanderer's ditty	C
And still around out of the ground	C
The armies of the dead are springing	G
And with unearthly speed and number	A2
Compelled like those that walk in slumber	A2
They follow follow And at my ear	A2
An imp that squats with demon leer	A2
Is screaming See the Triumph go	G
See for whom the trumpets blow	G
The prophesied that goes before us	B2
This is he Time's crown and wonder	A2
That has the very stars for plunder	A2
This is he the Promethean	V
Hark the ever rolling paean	V
With a wilderness of apes for chorus	B2
Who fetched from heaven the stormy fire	A2
To serve and toil for his desire	A2
And plumbed the globe and spoiled old Earth	C2
Of all the secrets of her birth	C2
See him throned triumphant there	A2
Like a toad with glassy stare	A2
Eyes and sees not ears and hears not	C
Heart and hopes not soul and fears not	C
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III	A
A boy with a bunch of primroses	D2
He sits uneasy flushed of cheek	G
With wandering eyes and does not speak	G
His hands are hot the flowers are his	E2
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But Spring O Spring is in the world	C
And to the woods my fancy flying	G
Sees all the little fronds uncurled	C
Where still the dead brown bracken's lying	G
And a thousand thousand shining drops	F2
Are on the young leaves of the copse	F2
The spurge has all his green cups filled	C
A gust will shake and brim them over	A2
From trembling oats the rain is spilled	C
I smell the sweetness of the clover	A2
Long pods of tendrilled vetch are thirsting	G
White flowers on the thorn are bursting	G
Twigs redden on the sapling oaks	F2
Above the grass that shoots and soaks	F2
The streams flow silent full and fast	C
The cuckoo's cry is heard at last	C
In forky boughs and leafy shade	C
There's busyness for every wing	G
And sweet through stalk and root and blade	C
Run juices of the wine of Spring	G
But the primrose perfume faint and rare	A2
Is like a sigh of Spring forsaken	V
O shy soft beauty torn and taken	V
O delicate bruised tissue fair	A2
You are like the eyes of an outcast fond	C
Or a face seen at a prison grate	C
For Beauty's but a vagabond	C
And knows no home and has no mate	C
Alas what dungeon walls we rear	A2
For our possession round us here	A2
We make a castle of defence	F2
Out of the dullness of our sense	F2
Possess our burrow like the mole	I
And with the blundering hands of chance	F2
Grow cruel in our ignorance	F2
What is another's springing soul	I
That I should seek to force and bind it	C
To catch my gain where it has tripped	C
To thrust it down when it has slipped	C
To stupefy and dumb and blind it	C
Fortress my virtue with its failing	G
And kindle courage at its quailing	G
What is another's thought that I	A
Should wish it mine in effigy	C
Ah we that grasp and bind and tame	D
It is ourselves ourselves we maim	D
We maim the world The very Spring	G
Stops all mute and will not sing	G
The sapless branches will not quicken	V
The cells of secret honey sicken	V
Giant brambles writhe and twist	C
About the trees in poisonous mist	C
The spider fattens flies oppress	F2
And the buds are blackened promises	F2
Nothing stirs but the leaf is shed	C
And all the world of wonder's dead	C
O for the touch that shall awake	G
O for the word that shall renew	V
And all this crust of sense shall break	G
And the world of wonder pierce us through	V
The scales be fallen from a sight	C
Ravished with fountains of delight	C
And the sad dullness of our scorn	V
Be like remembered night at morn	V
Then we shall feel what we have made	C
Of one another and be afraid	C

Robert Laurence Binyon

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