The Wanderer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDF GDGD HIHI JKJK LMLM FNFN DODO JPQP OROR LSLT LULU VQVQ VWVW LXLX YZZZ A2B2C2B2 TCTC LTLT TD2TD2 KDKD ZQZQ E2F2E2F2 LLLL G2H2I2H2| With acknowledgment to my friend Sir A Quiller Couch | A |
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| 'Twas in the shadowy gloaming | B |
| Of a cold and wet March day | C |
| That a wanderer came roaming | B |
| From countries far away | C |
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| Scant raiment had he round him | D |
| Nor purse nor worldly gear | E |
| Hungry and faint we found him | D |
| And bade him welcome here | F |
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| His weary frame bent double | G |
| His eyes were old and dim | D |
| His face was writhed with trouble | G |
| Which none might share with him | D |
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| His speech was strange and broken | H |
| And none could understand | I |
| Such words as might be spoken | H |
| In some far distant land | I |
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| We guessed not whence he hailed from | J |
| Nor knew what far off quay | K |
| His roving bark had sailed from | J |
| Before he came to me | K |
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| But there he was so slender | L |
| So helpless and so pale | M |
| That my wife's heart grew tender | L |
| For one who seemed so frail | M |
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| She cried But you must bide here | F |
| You shall no further roam | N |
| Grow stronger by our side here | F |
| Within our moorland home | N |
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| She laid her best before him | D |
| Homely and simple fare | O |
| And to his couch she bore him | D |
| The raiment he should wear | O |
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| To mine he had been welcome | J |
| My suit of russet brown | P |
| But she had dressed our weary guest | Q |
| In a loose and easy gown | P |
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| And long in peace he lay there | O |
| Brooding and still and weak | R |
| Smiling from day to day there | O |
| At thoughts he would not speak | R |
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| The months flowed on but ever | L |
| Our guest would still remain | S |
| Nor made the least endeavour | L |
| To leave our home again | T |
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| He heeded not for grammar | L |
| Nor did we care to teach | U |
| But soon he learned to stammer | L |
| Some words of English speech | U |
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| With these our guest would tell us | V |
| The things that he liked best | Q |
| And order and compel us | V |
| To follow his behest | Q |
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| He ruled us without malice | V |
| But as if he owned us all | W |
| A sultan in his palace | V |
| With his servants at his call | W |
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| Those calls came fast and faster | L |
| Our service still we gave | X |
| Till I who had been master | L |
| Had grown to be his slave | X |
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| He claimed with grasping gestures | Y |
| Each thing of price he saw | Z |
| Watches and rings and vestures | Z |
| His will the only law | Z |
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| In vain had I commanded | A2 |
| In vain I struggled still | B2 |
| Servants and wife were banded | C2 |
| To do the stranger's will | B2 |
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| And then in deep dejection | T |
| It came to me one day | C |
| That my own wife's affection | T |
| Had been beguiled away | C |
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| Our love had known no danger | L |
| So certain had it been | T |
| And now to think a stranger | L |
| Should dare to step between | T |
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| I saw him lie and harken | T |
| To the little songs she sung | D2 |
| And when the shadows darken | T |
| I could hear his lisping tongue | D2 |
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| They would sit in chambers shady | K |
| When the light was growing dim | D |
| Ah my fickle hearted lady | K |
| With your arm embracing him | D |
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| So at last lest he divide us | Z |
| I would put them to the test | Q |
| There was no one there beside us | Z |
| Save this interloping guest | Q |
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| So I took my stand before them | E2 |
| Very silent and erect | F2 |
| My accusing glance passed o'er them | E2 |
| Though with no observed effect | F2 |
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| But the lamp light shone upon her | L |
| And I saw each tell tale feature | L |
| As I cried Now on your honour | L |
| Do or don't you love the creature | L |
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| But her answer seemed evasive | G2 |
| It was Ducky doodle doo | H2 |
| If his mummy loves um babby | I2 |
| Doesn't daddums love um too | H2 |
Arthur Conan Doyle
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