The Little Salamander Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBACADCDC E FGHGIJFK LMNMOPQP CRSRTUBU B VWVXW YZYYZ BA2BBA2 B2C2B2D2C2 ME2MMF2 G2B2G2B2G2 BYBYWB

TO MARGOTA
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When I go freeB
I think 'twill beB
A night of stars and snowA
And the wild fires of frost shall lightC
My footsteps as I goA
Nobody nobody will be thereD
With groping touch or sightC
To see me in my bush of hairD
Dance burning through the nightC
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VOICESE
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Who is it calling by the darkened riverF
Where the moss lies smooth and deepG
And the dark trees lean unmoving armsH
Silent and vague in sleepG
And the bright heeled constellations passI
In splendour through the gloomJ
Who is it calling o'er the darkened riverF
In music ComeK
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Who is it wandering in the summer meadowsL
Where the children stoop and playM
In the green faint scented flowers spinningN
The guileless hours awayM
Who touches their bright hair who putsO
A wind shell to each cheekP
Whispering betwixt its breathing silencesQ
Seek seekP
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Who is it watching in the gathering twilightC
When the curfew bird hath flownR
On eager wings from song to silenceS
To its darkened nest aloneR
Who takes for brightening eyes the starsT
For locks the still moonbeamU
Sighs through the dews of evening peacefullyB
Falling DreamU
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SORCERYB
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What voice is that I hearV
Crying across the poolW
It is the voice of Pan you hearV
Crying his sorceries shrill and clearX
In the twilight dim and coolW
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What song is it he singsY
Echoing from afarZ
While the sweet swallow bends her wingsY
Filling the air with twitteringsY
Beneath the brightening starZ
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The woodman answered meB
His faggot on his backA2
Seek not the face of Pan to seeB
Flee from his clear note summoning theeB
To darkness deep and blackA2
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He dwells in thickest shadeB2
Piping his notes forlornC2
Of sorrow never to be allayedB2
Turn from his coverts sadD2
Of twilight unto mornC2
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The woodman passed awayM
Along the forest pathE2
His ax shone keen and greyM
In the last beams of dayM
And all was still as deathF2
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Only Pan singing sweetG2
Out of Earth's fragrant shadeB2
I dreamed his eyes to meetG2
And found but shadow laidB2
Before my tired feetG2
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Comes no more dawn to meB
Nor bird of open skiesY
Only his woods' deep gloom I seeB
Till at the end of all shall riseY
Afar and tranquillyW
Death's stretching seaB

Walter De La Mare



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