September 1913 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFGHDED IJIJCDED KLMNMDMD

What need you being come to senseA
But fumble in a greasy tillB
And add the halfpence to the penceA
And prayer to shivering prayer untilB
You have dried the marrow from the boneC
For men were born to pray and saveD
Romantic Ireland's dead and goneE
It's with O'Leary in the graveD
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Yet they were of a different kindF
The names that stilled your childish playG
They have gone about the world like windF
But little time had they to prayG
For whom the hangman's rope was spunH
And what God help us could they saveD
Romantic Ireland's dead and goneE
It's with O'Leary in the graveD
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Was it for this the wild geese spreadI
The grey wing upon every tideJ
For this that all that blood was shedI
For this Edward Fitzgerald diedJ
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe ToneC
All that delirium of the braveD
Romantic Ireland's dead and goneE
It's with O'Leary in the graveD
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Yet could we turn the years againK
And call those exiles as they wereL
In all their loneliness and painM
You'd cry 'Some woman's yellow hairN
Has maddened every mother's son'M
They weighed so lightly what they gaveD
But let them be they're dead and goneM
They're with O'Leary in the graveD

William Butler Yeats



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