Tuscany Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCACBDEDDEEFGEGEFEE FEAHIJIKEELMLENMNMO| Cisterns and stones the fig tree in the wall | A |
| Casts down her shadow ashen as her boughs | B |
| Across the road across the thick white dust | C |
| Down from the hill the slow white oxen crawl | A |
| Dragging the purple waggon heaped with must | C |
| With scarlet tassels on their milky brows | B |
| Gentle as evening moths Beneath the yoke | D |
| Lounging against the shaft they fitful strain | E |
| To draw the waggon on its creaking spoke | D |
| And all the vineyard folk | D |
| With staves and shouldered tools surround the wain | E |
| The wooden shovels take the purple stain | E |
| The dusk is heavy with the wine's warm load | F |
| Here the long sense of classic measure cures | G |
| The spirit weary of its difficult pain | E |
| Here the old Bacchic piety endures | G |
| Here the sweet legends of the world remain | E |
| Homeric waggons lumbering the road | F |
| Virgilian litanies among the bine | E |
| Pastoral sloth of flocks beneath the pine | E |
| The swineherd watching propped upon his goad | F |
| Urder the chestnut trees the rootling swine | E |
| Who could so stand and see this evening fall | A |
| This calm of husbandry this redolent tilth | H |
| This terracing of hills this vintage wealth | I |
| Without the pagan sanity of blood | J |
| Mounting his veins in young and tempered health | I |
| Whu could so stand and watch processional | K |
| The vintners herds and flocks in dusty train | E |
| Wend through the golden evening to regain | E |
| The terraced farm and trodden threshing floor | L |
| Where late the flail | M |
| Tossed high the maize in scud of gritty ore | L |
| And lies half buried in the heap of grain | E |
| Who could so watch and not forget the rack | N |
| Of wills worn thin and thought become too frail | M |
| Nor roll the centuries back | N |
| And feel the sinews of his soul grow hale | M |
| And know himself for Rome's inheritor | O |
Victoria Sackville-west
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