The Light O' The Moon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDED FGHG IJKJ L MNON PPLP CCCCC CCPP L QRSR TATA UVWV XYZY L XA2B2A2 C2D2E2D2 F2G2BG2 L H2I2G2G J2K2L2K2 XM2N2M2 AGJ2G O2 B J2G2P2G2 Q2JJJ JR2S2R2 JZBZ BBJB L YT2U2T2V2W2JW2| How different people and different animals look upon the moon showing that each creature finds in it his own mood and disposition | A |
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| The Old Horse in the City | B |
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| The moon's a peck of corn It lies | C |
| Heaped up for me to eat | D |
| I wish that I might climb the path | E |
| And taste that supper sweet | D |
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| Men feed me straw and scanty grain | F |
| And beat me till I'm sore | G |
| Some day I'll break the halter rope | H |
| And smash the stable door | G |
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| Run down the street and mount the hill | I |
| Just as the corn appears | J |
| I've seen it rise at certain times | K |
| For years and years and years | J |
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| What the Hyena Said | L |
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| The moon is but a golden skull | M |
| She mounts the heavens now | N |
| And Moon Worms mighty Moon Worms | O |
| Are wreathed around her brow | N |
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| The Moon Worms are a doughty race | P |
| They eat her gray and golden face | P |
| Her eye sockets dead and molding head | L |
| These caverns are their dwelling place | P |
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| The Moon Worms serpents of the skies | C |
| From the great hollows of her eyes | C |
| Behold all souls and they are wise | C |
| With tiny keen and icy eyes | C |
| Behold how each man sins and dies | C |
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| When Earth in gold corruption lies | C |
| Long dead the moon worm butterflies | C |
| On cyclone wings will reach this place | P |
| Yea rear their brood on earth's dead face | P |
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| What the Snow Man Said | L |
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| The Moon's a snowball See the drifts | Q |
| Of white that cross the sphere | R |
| The Moon's a snowball melted down | S |
| A dozen times a year | R |
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| Yet rolled again in hot July | T |
| When all my days are done | A |
| And cool to greet the weary eye | T |
| After the scorching sun | A |
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| The moon's a piece of winter fair | U |
| Renewed the year around | V |
| Behold it deathless and unstained | W |
| Above the grimy ground | V |
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| It rolls on high so brave and white | X |
| Where the clear air rivers flow | Y |
| Proclaiming Christmas all the time | Z |
| And the glory of the snow | Y |
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| What the Scare crow Said | L |
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| The dim winged spirits of the night | X |
| Do fear and serve me well | A2 |
| They creep from out the hedges of | B2 |
| The garden where I dwell | A2 |
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| I wave my arms across the walk | C2 |
| The troops obey the sign | D2 |
| And bring me shimmering shadow robes | E2 |
| And cups of cowslip wine | D2 |
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| Then dig a treasure called the moon | F2 |
| A very precious thing | G2 |
| And keep it in the air for me | B |
| Because I am a King | G2 |
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| What Grandpa Mouse Said | L |
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| The moon's a holy owl queen | H2 |
| She keeps them in a jar | I2 |
| Under her arm till evening | G2 |
| Then sallies forth to war | G |
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| She pours the owls upon us | J2 |
| They hoot with horrid noise | K2 |
| And eat the naughty mousie girls | L2 |
| And wicked mousie boys | K2 |
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| So climb the moonvine every night | X |
| And to the owl queen pray | M2 |
| Leave good green cheese by moonlit trees | N2 |
| For her to take away | M2 |
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| And never squeak my children | A |
| Nor gnaw the smoke house door | G |
| The owl queen then will love us | J2 |
| And send her birds no more | G |
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| The Beggar Speaks | O2 |
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| What Mister Moon Said to Me | B |
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| Come eat the bread of idleness | J2 |
| Come sit beside the spring | G2 |
| Some of the flowers will keep awake | P2 |
| Some of the birds will sing | G2 |
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| Come eat the bread no man has sought | Q2 |
| For half a hundred years | J |
| Men hurry so they have no griefs | J |
| Nor even idle tears | J |
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| They hurry so they have no loves | J |
| They cannot curse nor laugh | R2 |
| Their hearts die in their youth with neither | S2 |
| Grave nor epitaph | R2 |
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| My bread would make them careless | J |
| And never quite on time | Z |
| Their eyelids would be heavy | B |
| Their fancies full of rhyme | Z |
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| Each soul a mystic rose tree | B |
| Or a curious incense tree | B |
| Come eat the bread of idleness | J |
| Said Mister Moon to me | B |
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| What the Forester Said | L |
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| The moon is but a candle glow | Y |
| That flickers thro' the gloom | T2 |
| The starry space a castle hall | U2 |
| And Earth the children's room | T2 |
| Where all night long the old trees stand | V2 |
| To watch the streams asleep | W2 |
| Grandmothers guarding trundle beds | J |
| Good shepherds guarding sheep | W2 |
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