Splitting Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBAAB CCDDC EEFFE B GGAAG AAFFA HIJJI CCAAC A KKFFK LLMML NNAAN OOAAJ

MorningA
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Out from the hut at break of dayB
And up the hills in the dawning greyB
With the young wind flowingA
From the blue east growingA
Red with the white sun's rayB
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Lone and clear as a deep bright dreamC
Under mid night's and mid slumber's streamC
Up rises the mount against the sunrise showerD
Vast as a kingdom fair as a flowerD
O'er it doth the foam of foliage reamC
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In vivid softness sereneE
Pearly purple and marble greenE
Clear in their mingling tingesF
Up away to the crest that fringesF
Skies studded with cloud crags sheenE
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DayB
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Like birds frayed from their lurking shawG
Like ripples fleet 'neath a furious flawG
The echoes re echo flyingA
Down from the mauls hot plyingA
Clatter the axes grides the sawG
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Ruddy and white the chips out springA
Like money sown by a pageant kingA
The free wood yields to the driven wedgesF
With its white sap edgesF
And heart in the sunshine glisteningA
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Broadly the ice clear azure floods downH
Where the great tree tops are overthrownI
As on through the endless day we labourJ
The sun for our nearest neighbourJ
Up o'er the mountains loneI
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And so intensely it doth illumeC
That it shuts by times to gloomC
In the open spaces thrillingA
From the dead leaves distillingA
A hot and harsh perfumeC
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EveningA
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Give over All the valleys in sightK
Fill fill with the rising tide of nightK
While the sunset with gold dust bridgesF
The black ravined ridgesF
Whose mighty muscles curve in its lightK
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In our weary climb while night dyes deepL
Down the broken and stony steepL
How our jaded bodies are shakenM
By each step in half blindness takenM
One's thoughts lie heaped like brutes asleepL
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Open the door of the dismal hutN
Silence and darkness lone were shutN
In it as a tidal pool until returningA
Night drowns the land no ember's burningA
One is too weary the food to cutN
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Body and soul with every blowO
Wasted for ever and who will knowO
Where past this mountained night of toilingA
Red life in its thousand veins is boilingA
Of chips scattered on the mountain's browJ

Sydney Wheeler Jephcott



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