The Reapers' Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDD EFGFHHDD IJIJKKDD

The harvest is nodding on valley and plainA
To the scythe and the sickle its treasures must yieldB
Through sunshine and shower we have tended the grainA
'Tis ripe to our hand to the field to the fieldB
If the sun on our labours too warmly should smileC
Why a horn of good ale shall the long hours beguileC
Then a largess a largess kind stranger we prayD
We have toiled through the heat of the long summer dayD
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With his garland of poppies red August is hereE
And the forest is losing its first tender greenF
Pale Autumn will reap the last fruits of the yearG
And Winter's white mantle will cover the sceneF
To the field to the field whilst the Summer is oursH
We will reap her ripe corn we will cull her bright flowersH
Then a largess a largess kind stranger we prayD
For your sake we have toiled through the long summer dayD
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Ere the first blush of morning is red in the skiesI
Ere the lark plumes his wing or the dew drops are dryJ
Ere the sun walks abroad must the harvestman riseI
With stout heart unwearied the sickle to plyJ
He exults in his strength when the ale horn is crown'dK
And the reapers' glad shouts swell the echoes aroundK
Then a largess a largess kind stranger we prayD
For your sake we have toiled through the long summer dayD

Susanna Moodie



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