The Old Language Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGFHFF

England what have you done to make the speechA
My fathers used a stranger to my lipsB
An offence to the ear a shackle on the tongueC
That would fit new thoughts to an abiding tuneD
Answer me now The workshop where they wroughtE
Stands idle and thick dust covers their toolsF
The blue metal of streams the copper and goldG
Seams in the wood are all unquarried the leaves'F
Intricate filigree falls and who shall renewH
Its brisk pattern When spring wakens the heartsF
Of the young children to sing what song shall be theirsF

Ronald Stuart Thomas



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