From A Saxon Legend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EAEA FGFG HIHI HCHC AJAJ AKAK LMLM ANAN OPOP QJQJ RSRS

Within a vale in distant SaxonyA
In time uncertain though 'twas long agoB
There dwelt a woman most unhappilyA
From borrowed trouble and imagined woeB
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Hers was a husband generous and kindC
Her children three were not of uncouth moldD
Hers was a thatch which mocked at rain and windC
Within her secret purse were coins of goldD
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The drouth had ne'er descended on her fieldE
Nor had distemper sore distressed her kineA
The vine had given its accustomed yieldE
So that her casks were filled with ruddy wineA
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Her sheep and goats waxed fat and ample fleeceF
Rewarded every harvest of the shearG
Her lambs all bleated in sequestered peaceF
Nor prowling wolf occasioned nightly fearG
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With all she fretted pined and brooded soreH
Harbored each slight vexation courted griefI
Shut out the smiling sunshine from her doorH
And magnified each care to bas reliefI
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Still waxed her grievous burden more and moreH
Till with a resolution rash and blindC
At dead of night she fled her humble doorH
As if to leave her grievous load behindC
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She journeyed as the night wore slowly onA
Unmindful of the tuneful nightingaleJ
Till in due time her footsteps fell uponA
A hill the demarcation of the valeJ
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As Lot's wife in her flight could not refrainA
From viewing foul Gomorrah's funeral pyreK
From one last glance across that ancient plainA
At guilty Sodom wreathed in vengeful fireK
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So when this woman reached the summit's crestL
She turned her eyes in one last farewell lookM
The fruitful vale lay stretched in placid restL
And all was silent save the breeze and brookM
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The moon in partial fullness mild sereneA
Flooding the landscape with her mellow lightN
Illumined every old familiar sceneA
Brought their associations to her sightN
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When lo as if by touch of magic wandO
On every roof of tile of thatch or woodP
As instantly as magic doth respondO
A cross of various size and form there stoodP
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O'er homes unknown to frown or grievous wordQ
O'er homes where laughter hid the silent wailJ
O'er homes where discontent was never heardQ
Huge crosses glistened in the moonlight paleJ
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A cross o'er every habitation roseR
O'er ducal palace and the cottage smallS
Where slept the husbandman in deep reposeR
And lo her cross was smallest of them allS

Alfred Castner King



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