The Hill Pines Were Sighing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD BEBE ABAB| The hill pines were sighing | A |
| O'ercast and chill was the day | B |
| A mist in the valley lying | A |
| Blotted the pleasant May | B |
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| But deep in the glen's bosom | C |
| Summer slept in the fire | D |
| Of the odorous gorse blossom | C |
| And the hot scent of the brier | D |
| - | |
| A ribald cuckoo clamoured | B |
| And out of the copse the stroke | E |
| Of the iron axe that hammered | B |
| The iron heart of the oak | E |
| - | |
| Anon a sound appalling | A |
| As a hundred years of pride | B |
| Crashed in the silence falling | A |
| And the shadowy pine trees sighed | B |
Robert Seymour Bridges
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