A Procession Of Dead Days Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAACC DEDDEE FGHFGG ICIICC JDKKDD LMLLMM KKKKKK NANNAA| I see the ghost of a perished day | A |
| I know his face and the feel of his dawn | B |
| 'Twas he who took me far away | A |
| To a spot strange and gray | A |
| Look at me Day and then pass on | C |
| But come again yes come anon | C |
| - | |
| Enters another into view | D |
| His features are not cold or white | E |
| But rosy as a vein seen through | D |
| Too soon he smiles adieu | D |
| Adieu O ghost day of delight | E |
| But come and grace my dying sight | E |
| - | |
| Enters the day that brought the kiss | F |
| He brought it in his foggy hand | G |
| To where the mumbling river is | H |
| And the high clematis | F |
| It lent new colour to the land | G |
| And all the boy within me manned | G |
| - | |
| Ah this one Yes I know his name | I |
| He is the day that wrought a shine | C |
| Even on a precinct common and tame | I |
| As 'twere of purposed aim | I |
| He shows him as a rainbow sign | C |
| Of promise made to me and mine | C |
| - | |
| The next stands forth in his morning clothes | J |
| And yet despite their misty blue | D |
| They mark no sombre custom growths | K |
| That joyous living loathes | K |
| But a meteor act that left in its queue | D |
| A train of sparks my lifetime through | D |
| - | |
| I almost tremble at his nod | L |
| This next in train who looks at me | M |
| As I were slave and he were god | L |
| Wielding an iron rod | L |
| I close my eyes yet still is he | M |
| In front there looking mastery | M |
| - | |
| In the similitude of a nurse | K |
| The phantom of the next one comes | K |
| I did not know what better or worse | K |
| Chancings might bless or curse | K |
| When his original glossed the thrums | K |
| Of ivy bringing that which numbs | K |
| - | |
| Yes trees were turning in their sleep | N |
| Upon their windy pillows of gray | A |
| When he stole in Silent his creep | N |
| On the grassed eastern steep | N |
| I shall not soon forget that day | A |
| And what his third hour took away | A |
Thomas Hardy
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