The Withering Of The Boughs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACBDED FGFEHDED IJIEJDED

I cried when the moon was mutmuring to the birdsA
'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they willB
I long for your merry and tender and pitiful wordsA
For the roads are unending and there is no place to my mind 'C
The honey pale moon lay low on the sleepy hillB
And I fell asleep upon lonely Echtge of streamsD
No boughs have withered because of the wintry windE
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreamsD
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I know of the leafy paths that the witches takeF
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of woolG
And their secret smile out of the depths of the lakeF
I know where a dim moon drifts where the Danaan kindE
Wind and unwind their dances when the light grows coolH
On the island lawns their feet where the pale foam gleamsD
No boughs have withered because of the wintry windE
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreamsD
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I know of the sleepy country where swans fly roundI
Coupled with golden chains and sing as they flyJ
A king and a queen are wandering there and the soundI
Has made them so happy and hopeless so deaf and so blindE
With wisdom they wander till all the years have gone byJ
I know and the curlew and peewit on Echtge of streamsD
No boughs have withered because of the wintry windE
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreamsD

William Butler Yeats



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