Waiting, A Field At Dusk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGAHIJKLMNOPQRS TUVWXYK

What things for dream there are when spectre likeA
Moving among tall haycocks lightly piledB
I enter alone upon the stubble fieldC
From which the laborers' voices late have diedD
And in the antiphony of afterglowE
And rising full moon sit me downF
Upon the full moon's side of the first haycockG
And lose myself amid so many alikeA
I dream upon the opposing lights of the hourH
Preventing shadow until the moon prevailI
I dream upon the night hawks peopling heavenJ
Each circling each with vague unearthly cryK
Or plunging headlong with fierce twang afarL
And on the bat's mute antics who would seemM
Dimly to have made out my secret placeN
Only to lose it when he pirouettesO
And seek it endlessly with purblind hasteP
On the last swallow's sweep and on the raspQ
In the abyss of odor and rustle at my backR
That silenced by my advent finds once moreS
After an interval his instrumentT
And tries once twice and thrice if I be thereU
And on the worn book of old golden songV
I brought not here to read it seems but holdW
And freshen in this air of withering sweetnessX
But on the memory of one absent mostY
For whom these lines when they shall greet her eyeK

Robert Lee Frost



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