Of Three Children Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CD ED FG FG FG HI HI JK J LM LM NO NN KK KK PD PD CN CN EN NQ NQ NQ NQ RQ RQ RQ RQ NQ NNQ ST SST NU NU VR V WX DX YZ YZ QK QK NQ NQ PN A2N A2A2N NN NN N B2C2 D2C2 QQQC2 E2N E2N KQ KKQ F2N F2N AD AD NQ NQ KN K G2D2 H2B2 NB2 NN NN I2I2NB2D2N EECN KKKN| OF THREE CHILDREN CHOOSING | A |
| A CHAPLET OF VERSE | B |
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| You and I and Burd so blithe | C |
| Burd so blithe and you and I | D |
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| The Mower he would whet his scythe | E |
| Before the dew was dry | D |
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| And he woke soon but we woke soon | F |
| And drew the nursery blind | G |
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| All wondering at the waning moon | F |
| With the small June roses twined | G |
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| Low in her cradle swung the moon | F |
| With an elfin dawn behind | G |
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| In whispers while our elders slept | H |
| We knelt and said our prayers | I |
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| And dress'd us and on tiptoe crept | H |
| Adown the creaking stairs | I |
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| The world's possessors lay abed | J |
| And all the world was ours | K |
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| 'Nay nay but hark the Mower's tread | J |
| And we must save the flowers ' | - |
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| The Mower knew not rest nor haste | L |
| That old unweary man | M |
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| But we were young We paused and raced | L |
| And gather'd while we ran | M |
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| O youth is careless youth is fleet | N |
| With heart and wing of bird | O |
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| The lark flew up beneath our feet | N |
| To his copse the pheasant whirr'd | N |
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| The cattle from their darkling lairs | K |
| Heaved up and stretch'd themselves | K |
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| Almost they trod at unawares | K |
| Upon the busy elves | K |
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| That dropp'd their spools of gossamer | P |
| To dangle and to dry | D |
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| And scurried home to the hollow fir | P |
| Where the white owl winks an eye | D |
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| Nor you nor I nor Burd so blithe | C |
| Had driven them in this haste | N |
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| But the old old man so lean and lithe | C |
| That afar behind us paced | N |
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| So lean and lithe with shoulder'd scythe | E |
| And a whetstone at his waist | N |
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| Within the gate in a grassy round | N |
| Whence they had earliest flown | Q |
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| He upside down'd his scythe and ground | N |
| Its edge with careful hone | Q |
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| But we heeded not if we heard the sound | N |
| For the world was ours alone | Q |
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| The world was ours and with a bound | N |
| The conquering Sun upshone | Q |
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| And while as from his level ray | R |
| We stood our eyes to screen | Q |
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| The world was not as yesterday | R |
| Our homelier world had been | Q |
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| So grey and golden green it lay | R |
| All in his quiet sheen | Q |
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| That wove the gold into the grey | R |
| The grey into the green | Q |
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| Sure never hand of Puck nor wand | N |
| Of Mab the fairies' queen | Q |
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| Nor prince nor peer of fairyland | N |
| Had power to weave that wide riband | N |
| Of the grey the gold the green | Q |
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| But the Gods of Greece had been before | S |
| And walked our meads along | T |
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| The great authentic Gods of yore | S |
| That haunt the earth from shore to shore | S |
| Trailing their robes of song | T |
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| And where a sandall'd foot had brush'd | N |
| And where a scarfed hem | U |
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| The flowers awoke from sleep and rush'd | N |
| Like children after them | U |
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| Pell mell they poured by vale and stream | V |
| By lawn and steepy brae | R |
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| 'O children children while you dream | V |
| Your flowers run all away ' | - |
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| But afar and abed and sleepily | W |
| The children heard us call | X |
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| And Burd so blithe and you and I | D |
| Must be gatherers for all | X |
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| The meadow sweet beside the hedge | Y |
| The dog rose and the vetch | Z |
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| The sworded iris 'mid the sedge | Y |
| The mallow by the ditch | Z |
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| With these and by the wimpling burn | Q |
| Where the midges danced in reels | K |
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| With the watermint and the lady fern | Q |
| We brimm'd out wicker creels | K |
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| Till all so heavily they weigh'd | N |
| On a bank we flung us down | Q |
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| Shook out our treasures 'neath the shade | N |
| And wove this Triple Crown | Q |
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| Flower after flower for some there were | P |
| The noonday heats had dried | N |
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| And some were dear yet could not bear | A2 |
| A lovelier cheek beside | N |
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| And some were perfect past compare | A2 |
| Ah darlings what a world of care | A2 |
| It cost us to decide | N |
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| Natheless we sang in sweet accord | N |
| Each bending o'er her brede | N |
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| 'O there be flowers in Oxenford | N |
| And flowers be north of Tweed | N |
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| And flowers there be on earthly sward | N |
| That owe no mortal seed ' | - |
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| And these the brightest that we wove | B2 |
| Were Innocence and Truth | C2 |
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| And holy Peace and angel Love | D2 |
| Glad Hope and gentle Ruth | C2 |
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| Ah bind them fast with triple twine | Q |
| Of Memory the wild woodbine | Q |
| That still being human stays divine | Q |
| And alone is age's youth | C2 |
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| But hark but look the warning rook | E2 |
| Wings home in level flight | N |
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| The children tired with play and book | E2 |
| Have kiss'd and call'd Good night | N |
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| Ah sisters look What fields be these | K |
| That lie so sad and shorn | Q |
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| What hand has cut our coppices | K |
| And thro' the trimm'd the ruin'd trees | K |
| Lets wail a wind forlorn | Q |
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| 'Tis Time 'tis Time has done this crime | F2 |
| And laid our meadows waste | N |
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| The bent unwearied tyrant Time | F2 |
| That knows nor rest nor haste | N |
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| Yet courage children homeward bring | A |
| Your hearts your garlands high | D |
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| For we have dared to do a thing | A |
| That shall his worst defy | D |
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| We cannot nail the dial's hand | N |
| We cannot bind the sun | Q |
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| By Gibeon to stay and stand | N |
| Or the moon o'er Ajalon | Q |
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| We cannot blunt th' abhorred shears | K |
| Nor shift the skeins of Fate | N |
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| Nor say unto the posting years | K |
| 'Ye shall not desolate ' | - |
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| We cannot cage the lion's rage | G2 |
| Nor teach the turtle dove | D2 |
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| Beside what well his moan to tell | H2 |
| Or to haunt one only grove | B2 |
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| But the lion's brood will range for food | N |
| As the fledged bird will rove | B2 |
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| And east and west we three may wend | N |
| Yet we a wreath have wound | N |
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| For us shall wind withouten end | N |
| The wide wide world around | N |
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| Be it east or west and ne'er so far | I2 |
| In east or west shall peep no star | I2 |
| No blossom break from ground | N |
| But minds us of the wreath we wove | B2 |
| Of innocence and holy love | D2 |
| That in the meads we found | N |
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| And handsell'd from the Mower's scythe | E |
| And bound with memory's living withe | E |
| You and I and Burd so blithe | C |
| Three maidens on a mound | N |
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| And all of happiness was ours | K |
| Shall find remembrance 'mid the flowers | K |
| Shall take revival from the flowers | K |
| And by the flowers be crown'd | N |
Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
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