The Leaves That Rustled On This Oak-crowned Hill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBBCCDDDEEE FFBBGGHIJJKK LMNNJJJJJ| The leaves that rustled on this oak crowned hill | A |
| And sky that danced among those leaves are still | A |
| Rest smooths the way for sleep in field and bower | B |
| Soft shades and dews have shed their blended power | B |
| On drooping eyelid and the closing flower | B |
| Sound is there none at which the faintest heart | C |
| Might leap the weakest nerve of superstition start | C |
| Save when the Owlet's unexpected scream | D |
| Pierces the ethereal vault and 'mid the gleam | D |
| Of unsubstantial imagery the dream | D |
| From the hushed vale's realities transferred | E |
| To the still lake the imaginative Bird | E |
| Seems 'mid inverted mountains not unheard | E |
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| Grave Creature whether while the moon shines bright | F |
| On thy wings opened wide for smoothest flight | F |
| Thou art discovered in a roofless tower | B |
| Rising from what may once have been a lady's bower | B |
| Or spied where thou sitt'st moping in thy mew | G |
| At the dim centre of a churchyard yew | G |
| Or from a rifted crag or ivy tod | H |
| Deep in a forest thy secure abode | I |
| Thou giv'st for pastime's sake by shriek or shout | J |
| A puzzling notice of thy whereabout | J |
| May the night never come nor day be seen | K |
| When I shall scorn thy voice or mock thy mien | K |
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| In classic ages men perceived a soul | L |
| Of sapience in thy aspect headless Owl | M |
| Thee Athens reverenced in the studious grove | N |
| And near the golden sceptre grasped by Jove | N |
| His Eagle's favourite perch while round him sate | J |
| The Gods revolving the decrees of Fate | J |
| Thou too wert present at Minerva's side | J |
| Hark to that second larum far and wide | J |
| The elements have heard and rock and cave replied | J |
William Wordsworth
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