Bereavement Of The Fields Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Soft fall the February snows and softA
Falls on my heart the snow of wintry painB
For never more by wood or field or croftC
Will he we knew walk with his loved againD
No more with eyes adream and soul aloftC
In those high moods where love and beauty reignB
Greet his familiar fields his skies without a stainB
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Soft fall the February snows and deepE
Like downy pinions from the moulting breastF
Of all the mothering sky round his hushed sleepE
Flutter a million loves upon his restF
Where once his well loved flowers were fain to peepE
With adder tongue and waxen petals prestF
In young spring evenings reddening down the westF
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Soft fall the February snows and hushedG
Seems life's loud action all its strife removedH
Afar remote where grief itself seems crushedG
And even hope and sorrow are reprovedG
For he whose cheek erstwhile with hope was flushedG
And by the gentle haunts of being movedG
Hath gone the way of all he dreamed and lovedG
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Soft fall the February snows and lostG
This tender spirit gone with scarce a tearI
Ere loosened from the dungeons of the frostG
Wakens with yearnings new the enfranchised yearJ
Late winter wizened gloomed and tempest tostG
And Hesper's gentle delicate veils appearJ
When dream anew the days of hope and fearJ
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And Mother Nature she whose heart is fainB
Yea she who grieves not neither faints nor failsK
Building the seasons she will bring againD
March with rudening madness of wild galesK
April and her wraiths of tender rainB
And all he loved this soul whom memory veilsK
Beyond the burden of our strife and painB
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Not his to wake the strident note of songL
Nor pierce the deep recesses of the heartG
Those tragic wells remote of might and wrongL
But rather with those gentler souls apartG
He dreamed like his own summer days alongL
Filled with the beauty born of his own heartG
Sufficient in the sweetness of his songL
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Outside this prison house of all our tearsM
Enfranchised from our sorrow and our wrongL
Beyond the failure of our days and yearsN
Beyond the burden of our saddest songL
He moves with those whose music filled his earsN
And claimed his gentle spirit from the throngL
Wordsworth Arnold Keats high masters of his songL
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Like some rare Pan of those old Grecian daysO
Here in our hours of deeper stress rebornP
Unfortunate thrown upon life's evil waysO
His inward ear heard ever that satyr hornP
From Nature's lips reverberate night and mornP
And fled from men and all their troubled mazeO
Standing apart with sad incurious gazeO
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And now untimely cut like some sweet flowerQ
Plucked in the early summer of its primeR
Before it reached the fulness of its dowerS
He withers in the morning of our timeR
Leaving behind him like a summer showerQ
A fragrance of earth's beauty and the chimeR
Of gentle and imperishable rhymeR
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Songs in our ears of winds and flowers and budsT
And gentle loves and tender memoriesU
Of Nature's sweetest aspects her pure moodsV
Wrought from the inward truth of intimate eyesW
And delicate ears of him who harks and broodsW
And nightly pondering daily grows more wiseW
And dreams and sees in mighty solitudesW
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Soft fall the February snows and softG
He sleeps in peace upon the breast of herQ
He loved the truest where by wood and croftG
The wintry silence folds in fleecy blurQ
About his silence while in glooms aloftG
The mighty forest fathers without stirQ
Guard well the rest of him their rare sweet worshipperQ

William Wilfred Campbell



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