The Beggars Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGHIIJJKKLL KKMMNNKKOOPPQQKKRRSS LLTTUUVV| It is the beggars who possess the earth | A |
| Kings on their throne have but a narrow girth | A |
| Of some poor known dominion these possess | B |
| All the unknown and that vast happiness | C |
| Of the uncertainty of human things | D |
| Wandering on eternal wanderings | D |
| They know the world and tasting but the bread | E |
| Of charity know man and strangely led | E |
| By some vague certain and appointed hand | F |
| Know fate and being lonely understand | F |
| Some little of the thing without a name | G |
| That sits by the roadside and talks with them | H |
| When they are silent for the soul is shy | I |
| If more than its own shadow loiter by | I |
| They and the birds are old acquaintances | J |
| Knowing the dawn together theirs it is | J |
| To settle on the dusty land like crows | K |
| The ragged vagabonds of the air who knows | K |
| How they too shall be fed day after day | L |
| And surer than the birds for are not they | L |
| The prodigal sons of God our piteous | K |
| Aliens outcast and accusing us | K |
| Do they not ask of us their own and wait | M |
| Humbly among the dogs about the gate | M |
| While we are feasting They will wait till night | N |
| Who shall wait longer Dim shadowy white | N |
| The highway calls they follow till it ends | K |
| And all the way they walk among their friends | K |
| Sun wind and rain their tearful sister rain | O |
| Their brother wind Forest and hill and plain | O |
| Know them and are forgotten Grey and old | P |
| Their feet begin to linger brown arms fold | P |
| The heavy peace of earth about their heart | Q |
| And soon and without trouble they depart | Q |
| On the last journey As the beggar lies | K |
| With naked face remembering the skies | K |
| I think he only wonders Shall I find | R |
| A good road still a hayrick to my mind | R |
| A tavern now and then upon the road | S |
| He has been earth's guest he goes the old abode | S |
| Drops to the old horizon the old way | L |
| Of yesterday and every yesterday | L |
| We heavy laden miserably proud | T |
| Because our hands ache and our backs are bowed | T |
| With dusty treasures have so much to quit | U |
| He nothing nor the memory of it | U |
| O the one happiness when out of breath | V |
| Our feet slip and we stumble upon death | V |
Arthur Symons
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