The Enchanted Hill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEAA EEFGHHIICJKLKLEEEEEE CCEEAAMMIIEENOOAA| From height of noon remote and still | A |
| The sun shines on the empty hill | A |
| No mist no wind above below | B |
| No living thing strays to and fro | B |
| No bird replies to bird on high | C |
| Cleaving the skies with echoing cry | C |
| Like dreaming water green and wan | D |
| Glassing the snow of mantling swan | D |
| Like a clear jewel encharactered | E |
| With secret symbol of line and word | E |
| Asheen unruffled slumbrous still | A |
| The sunlight streams on the empty hill | A |
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| But soon as Night's dark shadows ride | E |
| Across its shrouded Eastern side | E |
| When at her kindling clear and full | F |
| Star beyond star stands visible | G |
| Then course pale phantoms fleet foot deer | H |
| Lap of its waters icy clear | H |
| Mounts the large moon and pours her beams | I |
| On bright fish flashing singing streams | I |
| Voices re echo coursing by | C |
| Horsemen like clouds wheel silently | J |
| Glide then from out their pitch black lair | K |
| Beneath the dark's ensilvered arch | L |
| Witches becowled into the air | K |
| And iron pine and emerald larch | L |
| Tents of delight for ravished bird | E |
| Are by loud music thrilled and stirred | E |
| Winging the light with silver feet | E |
| Beneath their bowers of fragrance met | E |
| In dells of rose and meadowsweet | E |
| In mazed dance the fairies flit | E |
| While drives his share the Ploughman high | C |
| Athwart the daisy powdered sky | C |
| Till far away in thickening dew | E |
| Piercing the Eastern shadows through | E |
| Rilling in crystal clear and still | A |
| Light 'gins to tremble on the hill | A |
| And like a mist on faint winds borne | M |
| Silent forlorn wells up the morn | M |
| Then the broad sun with burning beams | I |
| Steeps slope and peak and gilded streams | I |
| Then no foot stirs the brake shakes not | E |
| Soundless and wet in its green grot | E |
| As if asleep the leaf hangs limp | N |
| The white dews drip untrembling down | O |
| From bough to bough orblike unblown | O |
| And in strange quiet shimmering and still | A |
| Morning enshrines the empty hill | A |
Walter De La Mare
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