Old Ireland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHH BIJKLMIBAMMNOA

FAR hence amid an isle of wondrous beautyA
Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful motherB
Once a queen now lean and tatter'd seated on the groundC
Her old white hair drooping dishevel'd round her shouldersD
At her feet fallen an unused royal harpE
Long silent she too long silent mourning her shrouded hope andF
heirG
Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full ofH
loveH
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Yet a word ancient motherB
You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground with foreheadI
between your kneesJ
O you need not sit there veil'd in your old white hair soK
dishevel'dL
For know you the one you mourn is not in that graveM
It was an illusion the heir the son you love was not really deadI
The Lord is not dead he is risen again young and strong in anotherB
countryA
Even while you wept there by your fallen harp by the graveM
What you wept for was translated pass'd from the graveM
The winds favor'd and the sea sail'd itN
And now with rosy and new bloodO
Moves to day in a new countryA

Walt Whitman



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