An Exile Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEA AFAF| 'Tis the census enumerator | A |
| A singing all forlorn | B |
| It's ho for the tall potater | A |
| And ho for the clustered corn | B |
| The whiffle tree bends in the breeze and the fine | C |
| Large eggs are a ripening on the vine | C |
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| 'Some there must be to till the soil | D |
| And the widow's weeds keep down | E |
| I wasn't cut out for rural toil | D |
| But they won't let me live in town | E |
| They 're not so many by two or three | A |
| As they think but ah they 're too many for me ' | - |
| - | |
| Thus the census man bowed down with care | A |
| Warbled his wood note high | F |
| There was blood on his brow and blood in his hair | A |
| But he had no blood in his eye | F |
Ambrose Bierce
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