Jules' Letter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCAAAA ADADAEAE AFAFAGAG HAHAIHIH AAAAAJAJ HAHAKFFF AFAFFAFA AHAHAHAH LALAAMAM HHHNLFLF

MA CHEREA
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Since the morning we partedB
On the slippery docks of RochelleC
I have wandered well nigh broken heartedB
Through many a tree shadowed dellC
I've hunted the otter and beaverA
Have tracked the brown bear and the deerA
And have lain almost dying with feverA
While not a companion was nearA
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I've toiled in the fierce heat of summerA
Under skies like a great dome of goldD
And have tramped growing number and numberA
In winter through snowstorm and coldD
Yet the love in my heart was far hotterA
The fear of my soul far more chillE
As my thoughts crossed the wild waste of waterA
To your little home on the hillE
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But now Father Time in a measureA
Has reconciled me to my fateF
For I know he will bring my dear treasureA
Back into my arms soon or lateF
And besides every evening when wearyA
I lie on my soft couch of pineG
Sleep wafts me again to my dearieA
And your heart once more beats against mineG
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You never have heard of such doingsH
As those that are going on hereA
We've nothing but weddings and wooingsH
From dawn till the stars reappearA
For the king gracious monarch a vesselI
Has sent bearing widows and maidsH
Within our rough bosoms to nestleI
And make us a home in the gladesH
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They are tall and short ugly and prettyA
There are blondes and brunettes by the scoreA
Some silent and dull others wittyA
And made for mankind to adoreA
Some round as an apple some slenderA
In fact so he be not in hasteJ
Any man with a heart at all tenderA
Can pick out a wife to his tasteJ
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Now darling don't pout and grow jealousH
I still am a bachelor freeA
In spite of the governor's zealousH
And extra judicial decreeA
Commanding all men to be marriedK
In less than two weeks from this dateF
And promising all who have tarriedF
Shall feel the full strength of his hateF
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In spite of his maddening orderA
That none in the country may tradeF
With the tribes on our side of the borderA
Who is not a benedict staidF
In spite of a clause far the sorestF
That none past his twentieth yearA
And single shall enter the forestF
On any pretext whatsoe'erA
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Now you know I was ever a roverA
Half stifled by cities or townsH
Of nature and you a warm loverA
Wooing both in despite of your frownsH
So you well may imagine my sorrowA
When fettered and threatened like thisH
Oh Marie dear pack up to morrowA
And bring me back freedom and blissH
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If you do not who knows but some morningL
I'll waken and find a decreeA
Has been passed that without any warningL
Has wedded some woman to meA
Oh Marie chere Marie have pityA
You only my woes can assuageM
I'm confined till I wed to the cityA
And feel like a bird in a cageM
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Then come nor give heed to the billowsH
That tumble between you and JulesH
I know a sweet spot where lithe willowsH
Bend over a silvery poolN
And there we will dwell dear defyingL
Misfortune to tear us apartF
My darling come to me I'm dyingL
To press you again to my heartF

Arthur Weir



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