The Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACBA DEDFGG

Beneath the eaves there is another chairA
And a bruised lily lies upon the walkB
With the bright drops still clinging to its stalkB
Whose careless hand has dropped its treasure thereA
And whose small form does that frail settee bearA
Whose are that wooden shepherdess and flockC
That noble coach with steeds that never balkB
And why the gate that tops the cottage stairA
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Ah he has now a rival for her loveD
A chubby cheeked soft fisted Don JuanE
Who rules with iron hand in velvet gloveD
Mother and sire as only Baby canF
See there they romp the mother and her boyG
He on her shoulders perched and wild with joyG

Arthur Weir



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