Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Could come back nevermore.
In the mossful turf were set,
Then they parted heavy-hearted;
Only they had lost a crown;
I will tell you when they parted:
Indeed, when they shall meet again,
Only to them those days of yore
Forever, yesterday, to-day;
I will tell you when they met:
Oaken boughs looked wintry still,
Beyond the sea of death love lies
And build with right good will.
When shall they meet? I cannot tell,
Elder boughs were budding yet,
Except some day in Paradise:
For this they wait, one waits in pain.
When plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown,
As grand as in the days before;
The full rejoicing sun looked down
In the limpid days of Spring;
And they shall answer, "Yea.
Angels shall ask them, "Is it well?
While meeting birds made haste to sing
But primrose and veined violet
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You've successfully reconstructed the poem! Your understanding of poetry and attention to detail is impressive.
I will tell you when they met: In the limpid days of Spring; Elder boughs were budding yet, Oaken boughs looked wintry still, But primrose and veined violet In the mossful turf were set, While meeting birds made haste to sing And build with right good will.
I will tell you when they parted: When plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown, Then they parted heavy-hearted; The full rejoicing sun looked down As grand as in the days before; Only they had lost a crown; Only to them those days of yore Could come back nevermore.
When shall they meet? I cannot tell, Indeed, when they shall meet again, Except some day in Paradise: For this they wait, one waits in pain. Beyond the sea of death love lies Forever, yesterday, to-day; Angels shall ask them, "Is it well?" And they shall answer, "Yea."