Bereavement Of The Fields Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCBB EFEFEFF GHGGGGG GIGJGJJ BKDKBKB LGLGLGL MLNLNLL OPOPPOO QRSRQRR TUVWWWW GQGQGQQSoft fall the February snows and soft | A |
Falls on my heart the snow of wintry pain | B |
For never more by wood or field or croft | C |
Will he we knew walk with his loved again | D |
No more with eyes adream and soul aloft | C |
In those high moods where love and beauty reign | B |
Greet his familiar fields his skies without a stain | B |
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Soft fall the February snows and deep | E |
Like downy pinions from the moulting breast | F |
Of all the mothering sky round his hushed sleep | E |
Flutter a million loves upon his rest | F |
Where once his well loved flowers were fain to peep | E |
With adder tongue and waxen petals prest | F |
In young spring evenings reddening down the west | F |
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Soft fall the February snows and hushed | G |
Seems life's loud action all its strife removed | H |
Afar remote where grief itself seems crushed | G |
And even hope and sorrow are reproved | G |
For he whose cheek erstwhile with hope was flushed | G |
And by the gentle haunts of being moved | G |
Hath gone the way of all he dreamed and loved | G |
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Soft fall the February snows and lost | G |
This tender spirit gone with scarce a tear | I |
Ere loosened from the dungeons of the frost | G |
Wakens with yearnings new the enfranchised year | J |
Late winter wizened gloomed and tempest tost | G |
And Hesper's gentle delicate veils appear | J |
When dream anew the days of hope and fear | J |
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And Mother Nature she whose heart is fain | B |
Yea she who grieves not neither faints nor fails | K |
Building the seasons she will bring again | D |
March with rudening madness of wild gales | K |
April and her wraiths of tender rain | B |
And all he loved this soul whom memory veils | K |
Beyond the burden of our strife and pain | B |
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Not his to wake the strident note of song | L |
Nor pierce the deep recesses of the heart | G |
Those tragic wells remote of might and wrong | L |
But rather with those gentler souls apart | G |
He dreamed like his own summer days along | L |
Filled with the beauty born of his own heart | G |
Sufficient in the sweetness of his song | L |
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Outside this prison house of all our tears | M |
Enfranchised from our sorrow and our wrong | L |
Beyond the failure of our days and years | N |
Beyond the burden of our saddest song | L |
He moves with those whose music filled his ears | N |
And claimed his gentle spirit from the throng | L |
Wordsworth Arnold Keats high masters of his song | L |
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Like some rare Pan of those old Grecian days | O |
Here in our hours of deeper stress reborn | P |
Unfortunate thrown upon life's evil ways | O |
His inward ear heard ever that satyr horn | P |
From Nature's lips reverberate night and morn | P |
And fled from men and all their troubled maze | O |
Standing apart with sad incurious gaze | O |
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And now untimely cut like some sweet flower | Q |
Plucked in the early summer of its prime | R |
Before it reached the fulness of its dower | S |
He withers in the morning of our time | R |
Leaving behind him like a summer shower | Q |
A fragrance of earth's beauty and the chime | R |
Of gentle and imperishable rhyme | R |
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Songs in our ears of winds and flowers and buds | T |
And gentle loves and tender memories | U |
Of Nature's sweetest aspects her pure moods | V |
Wrought from the inward truth of intimate eyes | W |
And delicate ears of him who harks and broods | W |
And nightly pondering daily grows more wise | W |
And dreams and sees in mighty solitudes | W |
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Soft fall the February snows and soft | G |
He sleeps in peace upon the breast of her | Q |
He loved the truest where by wood and croft | G |
The wintry silence folds in fleecy blur | Q |
About his silence while in glooms aloft | G |
The mighty forest fathers without stir | Q |
Guard well the rest of him their rare sweet worshipper | Q |
William Wilfred Campbell
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