The Message Of The March Wind Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ACAC DEDE FGFG HIHI BJBJ KLKL IMIM ANAN HOHO MMMM AMAM HMHM FMFM MBMB KPKQ RSRS HMHMFair now is the springtide now earth lies beholding | A |
With the eyes of a lover the face of the sun | B |
Long lasteth the daylight and hope is enfolding | A |
The green growing acres with increase begun | B |
- | |
Now sweet sweet it is through the land to be straying | A |
Mid the birds and the blossoms and the beasts of the field | C |
Love mingles with love and no evil is weighing | A |
On thy heart or mine where all sorrow is healed | C |
- | |
From township to township o er down and by tillage | D |
Fair far have we wandered and long was the day | E |
But now cometh eve at the end of the village | D |
Where over the grey wall the church riseth grey | E |
- | |
There is wind in the twilight in the white road before us | F |
The straw from the ox yard is blowing about | G |
The moon s rim is rising a star glitters o er us | F |
And the vane on the spire top is swinging in doubt | G |
- | |
Down there dips the highway toward the bridge crossing over | H |
The brook that runs on to the Thames and the sea | I |
Draw closer my sweet we are lover and lover | H |
This eve art thou given to gladness and me | I |
- | |
Shall we be glad always Come closer and hearken | B |
Three fields further on as they told me down there | J |
When the young moon has set if the March sky should darken | B |
We might see from the hill top the great city s glare | J |
- | |
Hark the wind in the elm boughs from London it bloweth | K |
And telleth of gold and of hope and unrest | L |
Of power that helps not of wisdom that knoweth | K |
But teacheth not aught of the worst and the best | L |
- | |
Of the rich men it telleth and strange is the story | I |
How they have and they hanker and grip far and wide | M |
And they live and they die and the earth and its glory | I |
Has been but a burden they scarce might abide | M |
- | |
Hark the March wind again of a people is telling | A |
Of the life that they live there so haggard and grim | N |
That if we and our love amidst them had been dwelling | A |
My fondness had faltered thy beauty grown dim | N |
- | |
This land we have loved in our love and our leisure | H |
For them hangs in heaven high out of their reach | O |
The wide hills o er the sea plain for them have no pleasure | H |
The grey homes of their fathers no story to teach | O |
- | |
The singers have sung and the builders have builded | M |
The painters have fashioned their tales of delight | M |
For what and for whom hath the world s book been gilded | M |
When all is for these but the blackness of night | M |
- | |
How long and for what is their patience abiding | A |
How oft and how oft shall their story be told | M |
While the hope that none seeketh in darkness is hiding | A |
And in grief and in sorrow the world groweth old | M |
- | |
Come back to the inn love and the lights and the fire | H |
And the fiddler s old tune and the shuffling of feet | M |
For there in a while shall be rest and desire | H |
And there shall the morrow s uprising be sweet | M |
- | |
Yet love as we wend the wind bloweth behind us | F |
And beareth the last tale it telleth to night | M |
How here in the spring tide the message shall find us | F |
For the hope that none seeketh is coming to light | M |
- | |
Like the seed of midwinter unheeded unperished | M |
Like the autumn sown wheat neath the snow lying green | B |
Like the love that o ertook us unawares and uncherished | M |
Like the babe neath thy girdle that groweth unseen | B |
- | |
So the hope of the people now buddeth and groweth | K |
Rest fadeth before it and blindness and fear | P |
It biddeth us learn all the wisdom it knoweth | K |
It hath found us and held us and biddeth us hear | Q |
- | |
For it beareth the message Rise up on the morrow | R |
And go on your ways toward the doubt and the strife | S |
Join hope to our hope and blend sorrow with sorrow | R |
And seek for men s love in the short days of life | S |
- | |
But lo the old inn and the lights and the fire | H |
And the fiddler s old tune and the shuffling of feet | M |
Soon for us shall be quiet and rest and desire | H |
And to morrow s uprising to deeds shall be sweet | M |
William Morris
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
<< Day Poem
The Lion Poem>>
Write your comment about The Message Of The March Wind poem by William Morris
Best Poems of William Morris