A Question Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBBCCCDDD EEEFFFGGGHHIJJJ| AND so in the death darkened chamber they met | A |
| The woman that once he had loved and the one he loved yet | A |
| The wife who had warped his desire and the woman he could not forget | A |
| They stood by the bier where between them he slept | B |
| And the love he had lost in his wife to her swimming eyes leapt | B |
| But the woman his life had belonged to his paramour spoke not nor wept | B |
| It was only a story of sated desire | C |
| Of a love merely sensual burnt to an ash by its fire | C |
| And a husband who turned to a more luscious love that was his for the hire | C |
| All had sinned For the husband had killed by his clutch | D |
| Rough handed the fruit of a love that had dropped at his touch | D |
| One woman's great sin was not loving his wife's was in loving too much | D |
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| And so he had died it was over at last | E |
| And across him the two women looked at each other aghast | E |
| Across his cold corse and across the cold corse of the loathsome dead Past | E |
| Then the smouldering love of the wife leapt to flame | F |
| And she poured forth her kisses upon him and called on his name | F |
| But the other said No he is nothing to you soul and body I claim | F |
| They looked at each other awhile Said the wife wearily | G |
| He is mine for I loved him and ever shall love him let be | G |
| But the other sneered No he is mine and mine only because he loved me | G |
| Then the two laid their hands on the body between | H |
| And fought for it wife against paramour fiercely unseen | H |
| For the body diseased and polluted as ever his spirit had been | I |
| And this is a question for answer in Hell | J |
| To which of the two did his spirit belong can you tell | J |
| Think was it the woman he loved or the one who had loved him too well | J |
Arthur Henry Adams
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