The Inner Room Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCCCB ABDBEEEB FGHGIIIG CJAJKKKJ LMNMOOOM IPNPQQQP CCRCSSSC BATRSSSR| It is mine the little chamber | A |
| Mine alone | B |
| I had it from my forbears | C |
| Years agone | B |
| Yet within its walls I see | C |
| A most motley company | C |
| And they one and all claim me | C |
| As their own | B |
| - | |
| There's one who is a soldier | A |
| Bluff and keen | B |
| Single minded heavy fisted | D |
| Rude of mien | B |
| He would gain a purse or stake it | E |
| He would win a heart or break it | E |
| He would give a life or take it | E |
| Conscience clean | B |
| - | |
| And near him is a priest | F |
| Still schism whole | G |
| He loves the censer reek | H |
| And organ roll | G |
| He has leanings to the mystic | I |
| Sacramental eucharistic | I |
| And dim yearnings altruistic | I |
| Thrill his soul | G |
| - | |
| There's another who with doubts | C |
| Is overcast | J |
| I think him younger brother | A |
| To the last | J |
| Walking wary stride by stride | K |
| Peering forwards anxious eyed | K |
| Since he learned to doubt his guide | K |
| In the past | J |
| - | |
| And 'mid them all alert | L |
| But somewhat cowed | M |
| There sits a stark faced fellow | N |
| Beetle browed | M |
| Whose black soul shrinks away | O |
| From a lawyer ridden day | O |
| And has thoughts he dare not say | O |
| Half avowed | M |
| - | |
| There are others who are sitting | I |
| Grim as doom | P |
| In the dim ill boding shadow | N |
| Of my room | P |
| Darkling figures stern or quaint | Q |
| Now a savage now a saint | Q |
| Showing fitfully and faint | Q |
| Through the gloom | P |
| - | |
| And those shadows are so dense | C |
| There may be | C |
| Many very many more | R |
| Than I see | C |
| They are sitting day and night | S |
| Soldier rogue and anchorite | S |
| And they wrangle and they fight | S |
| Over me | C |
| - | |
| If the stark faced fellow win | B |
| All is o'er | A |
| If the priest should gain his will | T |
| I doubt no more | R |
| But if each shall have his day | S |
| I shall swing and I shall sway | S |
| In the same old weary way | S |
| As before | R |
Arthur Conan Doyle
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