Tri-colour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD ECECAFAF GHGHIJIJ| Poppies you try to tell me glowing there in the wheat | A |
| Poppies Ah no You mock me It's blood I tell you it's blood | B |
| It's gleaming wet in the grasses it's glist'ning warm in the wheat | A |
| It dabbles the ferns and the clover it brims in an angry flood | B |
| It leaps to the startled heavens it smothers the sun it cries | C |
| With scarlet voices of triumph from blossom and bough and blade | D |
| See the bright horror of it It's roaring out of the skies | C |
| And the whole red world is a welter Oh God I'm afraid I'm afraid | D |
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| Cornflowers you say just cornflowers gemming the golden grain | E |
| Ah no You can't deceive me Can't I believe my eyes | C |
| Look It's the dead my comrades stark on the dreadful plain | E |
| All in their dark blue blouses staring up at the skies | C |
| Comrades of canteen laughter dumb in the yellow wheat | A |
| See how they sprawl and huddle See how their brows are white | F |
| Goaded on to the shambles there in death and defeat | A |
| Father of Pity hide them Hasten O God Thy night | F |
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| Lillies the light is waning only lilies you say | G |
| Nestling and softly shining there where the spear grass waves | H |
| No my friend I know better brighter I see than day | G |
| It's the poor little wooden crosses over their quiet graves | H |
| Oh how they're gleaming gleaming See Each cross has a crown | I |
| Yes it's true I am dying little will be the loss | J |
| Darkness but look In Heaven a light and it's shining down | I |
| God's accolade Lift me up friends I'm going to win my Cross | J |
Robert William Service
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