As Lucy Went A-walking Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEEE FFCC GGEH IIEE EEJJ KKHH CCFF EELL EEMM EEHH NCEE| As Lucy went a walking one morning cold and fine | A |
| There sate three crows upon a bough and three times three is nine | A |
| Then O said Lucy in the snow it's very plain to see | B |
| A witch has been a walking in the fields in front of me | B |
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| Then stept she light and heedfully across the frozen snow | C |
| And plucked a bunch of elder twigs that near a pool did grow | C |
| And by and by she comes to seven shadows in one place | D |
| Stretched black by seven poplar trees against the sun's bright face | D |
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| She looks to left she looks to right and in the midst she sees | E |
| A little pool of water clear and frozen 'neath the trees | E |
| Then down beside its margent in the crusty snow she kneels | E |
| And hears a magic belfry a ringing with sweet bells | E |
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| Clear sang the faint far merry peal then silence on the air | F |
| And icy still the frozen pool and poplars standing there | F |
| Then lo as Lucy turned her head and looked along the snow | C |
| She sees a witch a witch she sees come frisking to and fro | C |
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| Her scarlet buckled shoes they clicked her heels a twinkling high | G |
| With mistletoe her steeple hat bobbed as she capered by | G |
| But never a dint or mark or print in the whiteness for to see | E |
| Though danced she high though danced she fast though danced she lissomely | H |
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| It seemed 'twas diamonds in the air or little flakes of frost | I |
| It seemed 'twas golden smoke around or sunbeams lightly tossed | I |
| It seemed an elfin music like to reeds and warblers rose | E |
| Nay Lucy said it is the wind that through the branches flows | E |
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| And as she peeps and as she peeps 'tis no more one but three | E |
| And eye of bat and downy wing of owl within the tree | E |
| And the bells of that sweet belfry a pealing as before | J |
| And now it is not three she sees and now it is not four | J |
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| O who are ye sweet Lucy cries that in a dreadful ring | K |
| All muffled up in brindled shawls do caper frisk and spring | K |
| A witch and witches one and nine they straight to her reply | H |
| And looked upon her narrowly with green and needle eye | H |
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| Then Lucy sees in clouds of gold green cherry trees up grow | C |
| And bushes of red roses that bloomed above the snow | C |
| She smells all faint the almond boughs blowing so wild and fair | F |
| And doves with milky eyes ascend fluttering in the air | F |
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| Clear flowers she sees like tulip buds go floating by like birds | E |
| With wavering tips that warbled sweetly strange enchanted words | E |
| And as with ropes of amethyst the boughs with lamps were hung | L |
| And clusters of green emeralds like fruit upon them clung | L |
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| O witches nine ye dreadful nine O witches seven and three | E |
| Whence come these wondrous things that I this Christmas morning see | E |
| But straight as in a clap when she of Christmas says the word | M |
| Here is the snow and there the sun but never bloom nor bird | M |
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| Nor warbling flame nor gleaming rope of amethyst there shows | E |
| Nor bunches of green emeralds nor belfry well and rose | E |
| Nor cloud of gold nor cherry tree nor witch in brindle shawl | H |
| But like a dream that vanishes so vanished were they all | H |
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| When Lucy sees and only sees three crows upon a bough | N |
| And earthly twigs and bushes hidden white in driven snow | C |
| Then O said Lucy three times three is nine I plainly see | E |
| Some witch has been a walking in the fields in front of me | E |
Walter De La Mare
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