The Code Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKBLEMNOPQE RFSTUVWXYSZA2B2C2EFD 2FPSYE2F2G2H2YSI2J2F 2K2L2M2N2O2BP2Q2R2SS S2T2U2N2N2V2N2EW2X2W U2Y2Z2A3B3C3D3E3F2I2 F3U2N2BN2F3G3H3BY2L2 L2I3J3MVK3EYG3E3F2SF FX2L3VSKBM3NG2| There were three in the meadow by the brook | A |
| Gathering up windrows piling cocks of hay | B |
| With an eye always lifted toward the west | C |
| Where an irregular sun bordered cloud | D |
| Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger | E |
| Flickering across its bosom Suddenly | F |
| One helper thrusting pitchfork in the ground | G |
| Marched himself off the field and home One stayed | H |
| The town bred farmer failed to understand | I |
| What is there wrong | J |
| Something you just now said | K |
| What did I say | B |
| About our taking pains | L |
| To cock the hay because it's going to shower | E |
| I said that more than half an hour ago | M |
| I said it to myself as much as you | N |
| You didn't know But James is one big fool | O |
| He thought you meant to find fault with his work | P |
| That's what the average farmer would have meant | Q |
| James would take time of course to chew it over | E |
| Before he acted he's just got round to act | R |
| He is a fool if that's the way he takes me | F |
| Don't let it bother you You've found out something | S |
| The hand that knows his business won't be told | T |
| To do work better or faster those two things | U |
| I'm as particular as anyone | V |
| Most likely I'd have served you just the same | W |
| But I know you don't understand our ways | X |
| You were just talking what was in your mind | Y |
| What was in all our minds and you weren't hinting | S |
| Tell you a story of what happened once | Z |
| I was up here in Salem at a man's | A2 |
| Named Sanders with a gang of four or five | B2 |
| Doing the haying No one liked the boss | C2 |
| He was one of the kind sports call a spider | E |
| All wiry arms and legs that spread out wavy | F |
| From a humped body nigh as big's a biscuit | D2 |
| But work that man could work especially | F |
| If by so doing he could get more work | P |
| Out of his hired help I'm not denying | S |
| He was hard on himself I couldn't find | Y |
| That he kept any hours not for himself | E2 |
| Daylight and lantern light were one to him | F2 |
| I've heard him pounding in the barn all night | G2 |
| But what he liked was someone to encourage | H2 |
| Them that he couldn't lead he'd get behind | Y |
| And drive the way you can you know in mowing | S |
| Keep at their heels and threaten to mow their legs off | I2 |
| I'd seen about enough of his bulling tricks | J2 |
| We call that bulling I'd been watching him | F2 |
| So when he paired off with me in the hayfield | K2 |
| To load the load thinks I Look out for trouble | L2 |
| I built the load and topped it off old Sanders | M2 |
| Combed it down with a rake and says 'O K ' | N2 |
| Everything went well till we reached the barn | O2 |
| With a big catch to empty in a bay | B |
| You understand that meant the easy job | P2 |
| For the man up on top of throwing down | Q2 |
| The hay and rolling it off wholesale | R2 |
| Where on a mow it would have been slow lifting | S |
| You wouldn't think a fellow'd need much urging | S |
| Under these circumstances would you now | S2 |
| But the old fool seizes his fork in both hands | T2 |
| And looking up bewhiskered out of the pit | U2 |
| Shouts like an army captain 'Let her come ' | N2 |
| Thinks I D'ye mean it 'What was that you said ' | N2 |
| I asked out loud so's there'd be no mistake | V2 |
| 'Did you say Let her come ' 'Yes let her come ' | N2 |
| He said it over but he said it softer | E |
| Never you say a thing like that to a man | W2 |
| Not if he values what he is God I'd as soon | X2 |
| Murdered him as left out his middle name | W |
| I'd built the load and knew right where to find it | U2 |
| Two or three forkfuls I picked lightly round for | Y2 |
| Like meditating and then I just dug in | Z2 |
| And dumped the rackful on him in ten lots | A3 |
| I looked over the side once in the dust | B3 |
| And caught sight of him treading water like | C3 |
| Keeping his head above 'Damn ye ' I says | D3 |
| 'That gets ye ' He squeaked like a squeezed rat | E3 |
| That was the last I saw or heard of him | F2 |
| I cleaned the rack and drove out to cool off | I2 |
| As I sat mopping hayseed from my neck | F3 |
| And sort of waiting to be asked about it | U2 |
| One of the boys sings out 'Where's the old man ' | N2 |
| 'I left him in the barn under the hay | B |
| If ye want him ye can go and dig him out ' | N2 |
| They realized from the way I swobbed my neck | F3 |
| More than was needed something must be up | G3 |
| They headed for the barn I stayed where I was | H3 |
| They told me afterward First they forked hay | B |
| A lot of it out into the barn floor | Y2 |
| Nothing They listened for him Not a rustle | L2 |
| I guess they thought I'd spiked him in the temple | L2 |
| Before I buried him or I couldn't have managed | I3 |
| They excavated more 'Go keep his wife | J3 |
| Out of the barn ' Someone looked in a window | M |
| And curse me if he wasn't in the kitchen | V |
| Slumped way down in a chair with both his feet | K3 |
| Stuck in the oven the hottest day that summer | E |
| He looked so clean disgusted from behind | Y |
| There was no one that dared to stir him up | G3 |
| Or let him know that he was being looked at | E3 |
| Apparently I hadn't buried him | F2 |
| I may have knocked him down but my just trying | S |
| To bury him had hurt his dignity | F |
| He had gone to the house so's not to meet me | F |
| He kept away from us all afternoon | X2 |
| We tended to his hay We saw him out | L3 |
| After a while picking peas in his garden | V |
| He couldn't keep away from doing something | S |
| Weren't you relieved to find he wasn't dead | K |
| No and yet I don't know it's hard to say | B |
| I went about to kill him fair enough | M3 |
| You took an awkward way Did he discharge you | N |
| Discharge me No He knew I did just right | G2 |
Robert Lee Frost
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