The Half Of Life Gone Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFEGHIHFJKJLMNM OPQRSTUTVWXWYZA2ZJA2 B2A2C2D2E2D2 F2JG2JVH2I2H2J2K2I2K 2L2M2N2M2H2D O2DYP2Q2P2R2US2UT2U2 V2U2 OW2J2X2LYLYY2UOU Z2JLJC2A3FA3B3A2I2A2 JC3OC3D3YJ2YULFL OKOKE3UL2UOF3G3F3H3I 3J3I3F3LM2LE3OJ3OK3L 3J2L3OC3FC3D3AM3ALI2 N3I2 M3O3I2O3J2OJ2OJ2LOLP 3LM3LThe days have slain the days | A |
and the seasons have gone by | B |
And brought me the summer again | C |
and here on the grass I lie | B |
As erst I lay and was glad | D |
ere I meddled with right and with wrong | E |
Wide lies the mead as of old | F |
and the river is creeping along | E |
By the side of the elm clad bank | G |
that turns its weedy stream | H |
And grey o er its hither lip | I |
the quivering rushes gleam | H |
There is work in the mead as of old | F |
they are eager at winning the hay | J |
While every sun sets bright | K |
and begets a fairer day | J |
The forks shine white in the sun | L |
round the yellow red wheeled wain | M |
Where the mountain of hay grows fast | N |
and now from out of the lane | M |
Comes the ox team drawing another | O |
comes the bailiff and the beer | P |
And thump thump goes the farmer s nag | Q |
o er the narrow bridge of the weir | R |
High up and light are the clouds | S |
and though the swallows flit | T |
So high o er the sunlit earth | U |
they are well a part of it | T |
And so though high over them | V |
are the wings of the wandering herne | W |
In measureless depths above him | X |
doth the fair sky quiver and burn | W |
The dear sun floods the land | Y |
as the morning falls toward noon | Z |
And a little wind is awake | A2 |
in the best of the latter June | Z |
They are busy winning the hay | J |
and the life and the picture they make | A2 |
If I were as once I was | B2 |
I should deem it made for my sake | A2 |
For here if one need not work | C2 |
is a place for happy rest | D2 |
While one s thought wends over the world | E2 |
north south and east and west | D2 |
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There are the men and the maids | F2 |
and the wives and the gaffers grey | J |
Of the fields I know so well | G2 |
and but little changed are they | J |
Since I was a lad amongst them | V |
and yet how great is the change | H2 |
Strange are they grown unto me | I2 |
yea I to myself am strange | H2 |
Their talk and their laughter mingling | J2 |
with the music of the meads | K2 |
Has now no meaning to me | I2 |
to help or to hinder my needs | K2 |
So far from them have I drifted | L2 |
And yet amidst of them goes | M2 |
A part of myself my boy | N2 |
and of pleasure and pain he knows | M2 |
And deems it something strange | H2 |
when he is other than glad | D |
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Lo now the woman that stoops | O2 |
and kisses the face of the lad | D |
And puts a rake in his hand | Y |
and laughs in his laughing face | P2 |
Whose is the voice that laughs | Q2 |
in the old familiar place | P2 |
Whose should it be but my love s | R2 |
if my love were yet on the earth | U |
Could she refrain from the fields | S2 |
where my joy and her joy had birth | U |
When I was there and her child | T2 |
on the grass that knew her feet | U2 |
Mid the flowers that led her on | V2 |
when the summer eve was sweet | U2 |
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No no it is she no longer | O |
never again can she come | W2 |
And behold the hay wains creeping | J2 |
o er the meadows of her home | X2 |
No more can she kiss her son | L |
or put the rake in his hand | Y |
That she handled a while agone | L |
in the midst of the haymaking band | Y |
Her laughter is gone and her life | Y2 |
there is no such thing on the earth | U |
No share for me then in the stir | O |
no share in the hurry and mirth | U |
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Nay let me look and believe | Z2 |
that all these will vanish away | J |
At least when the night has fallen | L |
and that she will be there mid the hay | J |
Happy and weary with work | C2 |
waiting and longing for love | A3 |
There will she be as of old | F |
when the great moon hung above | A3 |
And lightless and dead was the village | B3 |
and nought but the weir was awake | A2 |
There will she rise to meet me | I2 |
and my hands will she hasten to take | A2 |
And thence shall we wander away | J |
and over the ancient bridge | C3 |
By many a rose hung hedgerow | O |
till we reach the sun burnt ridge | C3 |
And the great trench digged by the Romans | D3 |
there then awhile shall we stand | Y |
To watch the dawn come creeping | J2 |
o er the fragrant lovely land | Y |
Till all the world awaketh | U |
and draws us down we twain | L |
To the deeds of the field and the fold | F |
and the merry summer s gain | L |
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Ah thus only thus shall I see her | O |
in dreams of the day or the night | K |
When my soul is beguiled of its sorrow | O |
to remember past delight | K |
She is gone She was and she is not | E3 |
there is no such thing on the earth | U |
But e en as a picture painted | L2 |
and for me there is void and dearth | U |
That I cannot name or measure | O |
Yet for me and all these she died | F3 |
E en as she lived for awhile | G3 |
that the better day might betide | F3 |
Therefore I live and I shall live | H3 |
till the last day s work shall fail | I3 |
Have patience now but a little | J3 |
and I will tell you the tale | I3 |
Of how and why she died | F3 |
and why I am weak and worn | L |
And have wandered away to the meadows | M2 |
and the place where I was born | L |
But here and to day I cannot | E3 |
for ever my thought will stray | O |
To that hope fulfilled for a little | J3 |
and the bliss of the earlier day | O |
Of the great world s hope and anguish | K3 |
to day I scarce can think | L3 |
Like a ghost from the lives of the living | J2 |
and their earthly deeds I shrink | L3 |
I will go adown by the water | O |
and over the ancient bridge | C3 |
And wend in our footsteps of old | F |
till I come to the sun burnt ridge | C3 |
And the great trench digged by the Romans | D3 |
and thence awhile will I gaze | A |
And see three teeming counties | M3 |
stretch out till they fade in the haze | A |
And in all the dwellings of man | L |
that thence mine eyes shall see | I2 |
What man as hapless as I am | N3 |
beneath the sun shall be | I2 |
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O fool what words are these | M3 |
Thou hast a sorrow to nurse | O3 |
And thou hast been bold and happy | I2 |
but these if they utter a curse | O3 |
No sting it has and no meaning | J2 |
it is empty sound on the air | O |
Thy life is full of mourning | J2 |
and theirs so empty and bare | O |
That they have no words of complaining | J2 |
nor so happy have they been | L |
That they may measure sorrow | O |
or tell what grief may mean | L |
And thou thou hast deeds to do | P3 |
and toil to meet thee soon | L |
Depart and ponder on these | M3 |
through the sun worn afternoon | L |
William Morris
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