Dead-maid's-pool Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Oh water water water deep and stillA
In this hollow of the hillA
Thou helenge well o'er which the long reeds leanB
Here a stream and there a streamC
And thou so still betweenB
Thro' thy coloured dreamC
Thro' the drown d faceD
Of this lone leafy placeD
Down down so deep and chillA
I see the pebbles gleamC
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Ash tree ash treeE
Bending o'er the wellF
Why there thou bendestG
Kind hearts can tellF
'Tis that the pool is deepH
'Tis that a single leapH
And the pool closesI
And in the solitudeG
Of this wild mountain woodG
None none would hear her cryJ
From this bank where she stoodG
To that peak in the skyJ
Where the cloud dozesI
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Ash tree ash treeE
That art so sweet and goodG
If any creeping thingK
Among the summer games in the wild rosesI
Fall from its airy swingK
While all its pigmy kindG
Watch from some imminent rose leaf half uncurledG
I know thou hast it full in mindG
While yet the drowning minim livesL
And blots the shining water where it strivesM
To touch it with a finger soft and kindG
As when the gentle sun ere day is hotG
Feels for a little shadow in a grotG
And gives it to the shades behind the worldG
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And oh if some poor foolN
Should seek the fatal poolN
Thine arms ah yes I knowO
For this thou watchest days and months and yearsP
For this dost bend besideG
The lone and lorn well sideG
The guardian angel of the doom belowO
Content if once an age thy helping handG
May lift repentant madness to the landG
Content to hear the cryJ
Of living love from lips that would have diedG
To seem awhile endowedG
With all thy limbs did saveQ
And in that voice they drew out of the graveQ
To feel thy dumb desire for once released aloudG
And all thy muffled centuryE
Repaid in one wild hour of sobs and smiles and tearsR
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Aye aye I envy theeE
Pitiful ash treeE
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Water water water deep and stillA
In the hollow of the hillA
Water water well I wotG
Thro' the weary hoursS
Well I wot thee lying thereT
As fair as false as false as fairT
The crows they fly o'erU
The small birds flit aboutG
The stream it ripples in the stream it ripples outG
But what eye ever knewV
A rinkle wimple theeE
And what eye shall seeE
A rinkle wimple theeE
EvermoreW
Thro' thy gauds and mocksX
All thy thin enchantment thro'W
The green delusion of thy bowersS
The cold flush of thy feign d flowersS
All the treacherous stateG
Of fair things small and greatG
That are and are notG
Well I wot thee shining thereW
As fair as false as false as fairW
Thro' the liquid rocksX
Thro' the watery treesY
Thro' the grass that never grewW
Thro' a face God never madeG
Thro' the frequent gain and lossZ
Of the cold cold shine and shadeG
Thro' the subtle fern and mossZ
Thro' the humless hiveless beesY
Round the ghosts of buds asleepH
Thro' the disembodied roseA2
Waving waving in the deepH
Where never wind blowsA2
I look down and see far downB2
In clear depths that do nothing hideG
Green in green and brown in brownB2
The long fish turn and glideG
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Ash tree ash treeW
Bending o'er the waterW
Ash tree ash treeW
Hadst thou a daughterW
Ash tree ash tree let me draw nearW
Ash tree ash tree a word in thine earW
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Thou art wizen and white ash treeW
Other trees have gone onC2
Have gathered and grownD2
Have bourgeoned and borneE2
Thou hast wasted and wornE2
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Thy knots are all eyesF2
Every knot a dumb eyeJ
That has seen a sightG
And heard a cryJ
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Thy leaves are dryJ
The summer has not gone byJ
But they're withered and deadG
Like locks round a headG
That is bald with a secret sinG2
That is scorched by a hell withinG2
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Thy skinG2
Is withered and wanC2
Like a guilty manH2
It was thinG2
Aye silken and thinG2
It is houghedG
And ploughedG
Like a murderer's skinG2
Thou hast no shoots nor wandsI2
All thy arms turn to the deepH
All thy twigs are crookedG
Twined and twistedG
Fingered and fistedG
Like one who had lookedG
On wringing handsJ2
'Till his hands were wrung in his sleepH
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Pardon my doubt of theeW
What is thisK2
In the very grooveL2
Of thy right armM2
There is not a snakeN2
So yellow and redG
There is not a toadG
So sappy and dreadG
It doth not moveL2
It doth not hissK2
Ash tree for God's sakeN2
Hast thou knownD2
What hath not been saidG
And the summer sunO2
Cannot keep it warmP2
And the living woodG
Cannot shut it downB2
And it grows out of theeW
And will be toldG
Bloody as bloodG
And yellow as goldG
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Ash tree ash treeW
That once wert so greenB
Ash tree ash treeW
What hast thou seenB
Was I a mother nay or ayeJ
Am I childless aye nor nayQ2
Ash tree ash treeW
Bending o'er the waterW
Ash tree ash treeW
Give me my daughterW
Curse the waterW
Curse theeW
Ash treeW
Bending o'er the waterW
Leaf on the treeW
Flower on the stemR2
Curse theeW
And curse themR2
Trunk and shootG
Herb and weedG
Bud and fruitG
Blossom and seedG
Above and belowO
About and aboutG
Inside and outG
Grown and to growO
Curse you allS2
Great and smallS2
That cannot give back my daughterW
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But if there were anyW
Among so manyW
Any small thing that did lie sweet for herW
Any newt or marish worm that shrinkingK
Under the pillow of the water weedG
Left her a cleaner bedG
Any least leaves that fell with little plashesK2
And sinking sinkingK
Sank soft and slow and settled on her lashesK2
And did what was so meet for herW
Them I do not curseK2
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See see up the glenT2
The evening sun agenT2
It falls upon the waterW
It falls upon the grassK2
Thro' the birches thro' the firsK2
Thro' the alders catching goldG
Thro' the bracken and the brierW
Goes the evening fireW
To the bush linnet's nestG
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There between us and the westG
Dost thou see the angels passK2
Thro' the air with streaming hairW
The golden angels passK2
Hold hold for mercy holdG
I know thee ah I know theeW
I know thou wilt not pass me soK2
The gray old woman is ready to goK2
Call me to thee call me to theeW
My daughter oh my daughterW

Sydney Thompson Dobell



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