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The Folk-mote By The River Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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It was up in the morn we rose betimes	A
From the hall floor hard by the row of limes	A
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It was but John the Red and I	B
And we were the brethren of Gregory	C
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And Gregory the Wright was one	D
Of the valiant men beneath the sun	D
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And what he bade us that we did	E
For ne er he kept his counsel hid	E
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So out we went and the clattering latch	F
Woke up the swallows under the thatch	F
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It was dark in the porch but our scythes we felt	G
And thrust the whetstone under the belt	G
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Through the cold garden boughs we went	H
Where the tumbling roses shed their scent	H
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Then out a gates and away we strode	I
O er the dewy straws on the dusty road	I
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And there was the mead by the town reeve s close	A
Where the hedge was sweet with the wilding rose	A
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Then into the mowing grass we went	H
Ere the very last of the night was spent	H
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Young was the moon and he was gone	J
So we whet our scythes by the stars alone	K
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But or ever the long blades felt the hay	L
Afar in the East the dawn was grey	L
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Or ever we struck our earliest stroke	M
The thrush in the hawthorn bush awoke	M
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While yet the bloom of the swathe was dim	N
The black bird s bill had answered him	N
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Ere half of the road to the river was shorn	O
The sunbeam smote the twisted thorn	O
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Now wide was the way twixt the standing grass	A
For the townsfolk unto the mote to pass	A
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And so when all our work was done	D
We sat to breakfast in the sun	D
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While down in the stream the dragon fly	B
Twixt the quivering rushes flickered by	B
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And though our knives shone sharp and white	P
The swift bleak heeded not the sight	P
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So when the bread was done away	L
We looked along the new shorn hay	L
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And heard the voice of the gathering horn	O
Come over the garden and the corn	O
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For the wind was in the blossoming wheat	Q
And drave the bees in the lime boughs sweet	Q
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Then loud was the horn s voice drawing near	R
And it hid the talk of the prattling weir	S
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And now was the horn on the pathway wide	T
That we had shorn to the river side	T
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So up we stood and wide around	U
We sheared a space by the Elders Mound	U
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And at the feet thereof it was	A
That highest grew the June tide grass	A
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And over all the mound it grew	V
With clover blent and dark of hue	V
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But never aught of the Elders Hay	L
To rick or barn was borne away	L
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But it was bound and burned to ash	W
In the barren close by the reedy plash	W
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For neath that mound the valiant dead	X
Lay hearkening words of valiance said	X
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When wise men stood on the Elders Mound	U
And the swords were shining bright around	U
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And now we saw the banners borne	O
On the first of the way that we had shorn	O
So we laid the scythe upon the sward	Y
And girt us to the battle sword	Y
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For after the banners well we knew	V
Were the Freemen wending two and two	V
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There then that high way of the scythe	Z
With many a hue was brave and blythe	A2
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And first below the Silver Chief	B2
Upon the green was the golden sheaf	B2
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And on the next that went by it	C2
The White Hart in the Park did sit	C2
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Then on the red the White Wings flew	V
And on the White was the Cloud fleck blue	V
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Last went the Anchor of the Wrights	A
Beside the Ship of the Faring Knights	A
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Then thronged the folk the June tide field	D2
With naked sword and painted shield	D2
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Till they came adown to the river side	T
And there by the mound did they abide	T
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Now when the swords stood thick and white	P
As the mace reeds stand in the streamless bight	P
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There rose a man on the mound alone	K
And over his head was the grey mail done	D
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When over the new shorn place of the field	D2
Was nought but the steel hood and the shield	D2
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The face on the mound shone ruddy and hale	E2
But the hoar hair showed from the hoary mail	E2
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And there rose a hand by the ruddy face	A
And shook a sword o er the peopled place	A
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And there came a voice from the mound and said	X
O sons the days of my youth are dead	X
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And gone are the faces I have known	K
In the street and the booths of the goodly town	F2
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O sons full many a flock have I seen	G2
Feed down this water girdled green	G2
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Full many a herd of long horned neat	Q
Have I seen twixt water side and wheat	Q
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Here by this water side full oft	H2
Have I heaved the flowery hay aloft	H2
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And oft this water side anigh	B2
Have I bowed adown the wheat stalks high	B2
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And yet meseems I live and learn	I2
And lore of younglings yet must earn	I2
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For tell me children whose are these	A
Fair meadows of the June s increase	A
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Whose are these flocks and whose the neat	Q
And whose the acres of the wheat	Q
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Scarce did we hear his latest word	J2
On the wide shield so rang the sword	Y
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So rang the sword upon the shield	D2
That the lark was hushed above the field	D2
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Then sank the shouts and again we heard	J2
The old voice come from the hoary beard	K2
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Yea whose are yonder gables then	L2
And whose the holy hearths of men	L2
Whose are the prattling children there	M2
And whose the sunburnt maids and fair	M2
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Whose thralls are ye hereby that stand	N2
Bearing the freeman s sword in hand	N2
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As glitters the sun in the rain washed grass	A
So in the tossing swords it was	A
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As the thunder rattles along and adown	L2
E en so was the voice of the weaponed town	L2
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And there was the steel of the old man s sword	Y
And there was his hollow voice and his word	J2
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Many men many minds the old saw saith	A2
Though hereof ye be sure as death	A2
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For what spake the herald yestermorn	L2
But this that ye were thrall folk born	L2
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That the lord that owneth all and some	O2
Would send his men to fetch us home	P2
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Betwixt the haysel and the tide	T
When they shear the corn in the country side	T
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O children Who was the lord ye say	L
What prayer to him did our fathers pray	L
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Did they hold out hands his gyves to bear	M2
Did their knees his high hall s pavement wear	M2
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Is his house built up in heaven aloft	H2
Doth he make the sun rise oft and oft	H2
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Doth he hold the rain in his hollow hand	N2
Hath he cleft this water through the land	N2
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Or doth he stay the summer tide	T
And make the winter days abide	T
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O children Who is the lord ye say	L
Have we heard his name before to day	L
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O children if his name I know	L2
He hight Earl Hugh of the Shivering Low	L2
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For that herald bore on back and breast	Q2
The Black Burg under the Eagle s Nest	Q2
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As the voice of the winter wind that tears	A
At the eaves of the thatch and its emptied ears	A
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E en so was the voice of laughter and scorn	L2
By the water side in the mead new shorn	L2
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And over the garden and the wheat	Q
Went the voice of women shrilly sweet	Q
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But now by the hoary elder stood	R2
A carle in raiment red as blood	S2
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Red was his weed and his glaive was white	P
And there stood Gregory the Wright	P
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So he spake in a voice was loud and strong	T2
Young is the day though the road is long	T2
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There is time if we tarry nought at all	U2
For the kiss in the porch and the meat in the hall	U2
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And safe shall our maidens sit at home	P2
For the foe by the way we wend must come	O2
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Through the three Lavers shall we go	L2
And raise them all against the foe	L2
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Then shall we wend the Downland ways	A
And all the shepherd spearmen raise	A
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To Cheaping Raynes shall we come adown	L2
And gather the bowmen of the town	L2
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And Greenstead next we come unto	V
Wherein are all folk good and true	V
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When we come our ways to the Outer Wood	R2
We shall be an host both great and good	R2
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Yea when we come to the open field	D2
There shall be a many under shield	D2
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And maybe Earl Hugh shall lie alow	U2
And yet to the house of Heaven shall go	L2
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But we shall dwell in the land we love	B2
And grudge no hallow Heaven above	B2
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Come ye who think the time o er long	T2
Till we have slain the word of wrong	T2
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Come ye who deem the life of fear	R
On this last day hath drawn o er near	R
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Come after me upon the road	I
That leadeth to the Erne s abode	I
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Down then he leapt from off the mound	U
And back drew they that were around	U
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Till he was foremost of all those	A
Betwixt the river and the close	A
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And uprose shouts	A