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The Pine Planters (Marty South's Reverie)
by Thomas Hardy

I
We work here together
  In blast and breeze;
He fills the earth in,
  I hold the trees.

He does not notice
  That what I do
Keeps me from moving
  And chills me through.

He has seen one fairer
  I feel by his eye,
Which skims me as though
  I were not by.

And since she passed here
  He scarce has known
But that the woodland
  Holds him alone.

I have worked here with him
  Since morning shine,
He busy with his thoughts
  And I with mine.

I have helped him so many,
  So many days,
But never win any
  Small word of praise!

Shall I not sigh to him
  That I work on
Glad to be nigh to him
  Though hope is gone?

Nay, though he never
  Knew love like mine,
I'll bear it ever
  And make no sign!

II
From the bundle at hand here
  I take each tree,
And set it to stand, here
  Always to be;
When, in a second,
  As if from fear
Of life unreckoned
  Beginning here,
It starts a sighing
  Through day and night,
Though while there lying
  'Twas voiceless quite.

It will sigh in the morning,
  Will sigh at noon,
At the winter's warning,
  In wafts of June;
Grieving that never
  Kind Fate decreed
It should for ever
  Remain a seed,
And shun the welter
  Of things without,
Unneeding shelter
  From storm and drought.

Thus, all unknowing
  For whom or what
We set it growing
  In this bleak spot,
It still will grieve here
  Throughout its time,
Unable to leave here,
  Or change its clime;
Or tell the story
  Of us to-day
When, halt and hoary,
  We pass away.

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When I read this poem, I hear this:
dactyl trochee
trochee iamb

We• work here to•gether•
  In blast• and breeze•;
He fills the• earth in•,
  I hold• the trees•.

I feel the falling dactyls give a sense of wistfulness while the rhyme on the iambic foot speaks of determination and strength in the first part of the poem. The steady rhymes in the second part add to the sense of fate and inevitability.

How do others scan this poem? What are your favorite poems that play with dimeter?
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