Little Puddleton Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBB CDEEFFBBGGHH A III JJKKLLBBMMNN A OOO PPQQRRAASSTT UUQQ| I | A |
| - | |
| Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea | B |
| A song of Little Puddleton is good enough for me | B |
| A song of kindly living and of coming home to tea | B |
| - | |
| I seldom read the papers so I don't know what goes on | C |
| I go to bed at sunset and I leap alert at dawn | D |
| To gossip with my garden which I'll have you understand | E |
| Is the neatest and the sweetest little garden in the land | E |
| A span of sunny quietude with walls so high and stout | F |
| They shut me in from all the world and shut the whole world out | F |
| So that its sad bewilderment seems less than true to me | B |
| As placid as a pool I live as tranquil as a tree | B |
| And all its glory I would give for glint of linnet's wings | G |
| My cabbages are more to me than continents and kings | G |
| Dominion have I of my own where feud and faction cease | H |
| A heaven of tranquillity a paradise of peace | H |
| - | |
| II | A |
| - | |
| Let continents be bathed in blood and cities leap in flame | I |
| The life of Little Puddleton goes on and on the same | I |
| Its ritual we follow as we play a pleasant game | I |
| - | |
| The village wortkies sit and smoke their long stemmed pipes of clay | J |
| And cheerily they nod to me and pass the time of day | J |
| We talk of pigs and clover and the prospect of the crops | K |
| And the price of eggs and butter there the conversation drops | K |
| For in a doubt distracted world I keep the rustic touch | L |
| I think it better not to think too deeply nor too much | L |
| But just to dream and take delight in all I hear and see | B |
| The tinker in the tavern with his trollop on his knee | B |
| The ivied church the anvil clang the geese upon the green | M |
| The drowsy noon the hush of eve so holy and screne | M |
| This is my world then back again with heart of joy I go | N |
| To cottage walls of mellow stain and garden all aglow | N |
| - | |
| III | A |
| - | |
| For all I've been and all I've seen I have no vain regret | O |
| One comes to Little Puddleton contented to forget | O |
| Accepting village values immemorially set | O |
| - | |
| I did not make this world and so it's not my job to mend | P |
| But I have fought for fifty years and now I hear the end | P |
| And I am heart faint from the fight and claim the right to rest | Q |
| And dare to hope the last of life will prove to be the best | Q |
| For there have I four sturdy walls with low and humble thatch | R |
| A smiling little orchard and a big potato patch | R |
| And so with hoe in hand I stand and mock the dubious sky | A |
| let revolution rock the land serene secure am I | A |
| I grow my simple food I groom my lettuce and my beans | S |
| I feast in colour form and song and ask not what it means | S |
| Beauty suffiices in itself then when my strength is spent | T |
| like simple hind with empty mind I cultivate content | T |
| - | |
| Behold then Little Puddleton the end of all my dreams | U |
| Not much to show for life I know yet O how sweet it seems | U |
| For when defeated day goes down in carnage in the West | Q |
| How blesses sanctuary is and peace and love and rest | Q |
Robert Service
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Little Puddleton poem by Robert Service
Best Poems of Robert Service