Tired Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF CGHIJKLMNOPQARSDA TUVWXPRYZA2RB2WC2C2B 2D2E2F2G2 H2I2J2C2C2K2L2C2M2L2 N2C2C2C2L2PO2C2P2L2 RQ2N2R2L2C2L2C2N2C2C 2C2L2S2C2N2C2C2D2L2L 2C2C2L2RG2T2U2V2RW2L 2C2S2G2L2C2X2C2 C2L2Y2RZ2A3Y2L2B3C2Z C3D3L2C2L2RC2L2E3L2C 2F3G3L2C2 S2S2H3 C2N2L2L2RL2F3N2C2L2C 2N2L2L2C2F2C2WI3W2C2 J3L2L2PRL2U2B3K3L3 Q2L2C2G3C2M3C2 S2C2L2RN3O3C2P3L2P3C 2L3O3C2C2L2KNo not to night dear child I cannot go | A |
I'm busy tired they knew I should not come | B |
you do not need me there Dear be content | C |
and take your pleasure you shall tell me of it | D |
There go to don your miracles of gauze | E |
and come and show yourself a great pink cloud | F |
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So she has gone with half a discontent | C |
but it will die before her curls are shaped | G |
and she'll go forth intent on being pleased | H |
and take her ponderous pastime like the rest | I |
patient delightedly prepared to talk | J |
in the right voice for the right length of time | K |
on any thing that anybody names | L |
prepared to listen with the proper calm | M |
to any song that anybody sings | N |
wedged in their chairs all soberness and smiles | O |
one steady sunshine like an August day | P |
a band of very placid revellers | Q |
glad to be there but gladder still to go | A |
She like the rest it seems so strange to me | R |
my simple peasant girl my nature's grace | S |
one with the others my wood violet | D |
stuck in a formal rose box at a show | A |
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Well since it makes her happier True I thought | T |
the artless girl come from her cottage home | U |
knowing no world beyond her village streets | V |
come stranger into our elaborate life | W |
with such a blithe and wondering ignorance | X |
as a young child's who sees new things all day | P |
would learn it my way and would turn to me | R |
out of the solemn follies What are these | Y |
why must we live by drill and laugh by drill | Z |
may we not be ourselves then you and I | A2 |
I thought she would have nestled here by me | R |
I cannot feign and let me stay with you | B2 |
I thought she would have shed about my life | W |
the unalloyed sweet freshness of the fields | C2 |
pure from your cloying fashionable musks | C2 |
but she will do what other ladies do | B2 |
my sunburnt Madge I saw with skirts pinned up | D2 |
carrying her father's dinner where he sat | E2 |
to take his noon day rest beneath the hedge | F2 |
and followed slowly for her clear loud song | G2 |
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And she did then she says as others did | H2 |
who were her like 'Tis logical enough | I2 |
as every woman lives tush as we all | J2 |
following such granted patterns for our souls | C2 |
as for our hats and coats she lived by rules | C2 |
how to be as her neighbours though I trained | K2 |
to my own different code discerned it not | L2 |
mistaking other laws for lawlessness | C2 |
like raw and hasty travellers and now | M2 |
why should she in a new world all unapt | L2 |
to judge its judgments take so much on her | N2 |
she did not in her old world pick and choose | C2 |
her pleasures and her tastes her aims her faiths | C2 |
breaking her smooth path with the thorny points | C2 |
of upstart questions She is just a bird | L2 |
born in a wicker cage and brought away | P |
into a gilded one she does not pine | O2 |
to make her nest in uncontrolled far woods | C2 |
but unconceiving freedom chirrups on | P2 |
content to see her prison bars so bright | L2 |
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Yes best for her and if not best for me | R |
I've my fault in it too she's logical | Q2 |
but what am I who having chosen her | N2 |
for being all unlike the tutored type | R2 |
next try and mould her to it chose indeed | L2 |
my violet for being not a rose | C2 |
then bade it hold itself as roses do | L2 |
that passers by may note no difference | C2 |
The peasant ways must go the homely burr | N2 |
the quaint strong English ancient classic turns | C2 |
mixed up with rustic blunders and misuse | C2 |
old grammar shot with daring grammarlessness | C2 |
the village belle's quick pertness toss of head | L2 |
and shriek of saucy laughter graces there | S2 |
and which a certain reckless gracefulness | C2 |
half hoydenish half fawnlike made in her | N2 |
graces in even my eyes there the ease | C2 |
of quick companionship the unsoftened no's | C2 |
the ready quarrels ready makings up | D2 |
all these must go I would not have her mocked | L2 |
among the other women who have learned | L2 |
sweet level speech and quiet courtesies | C2 |
and then they jarred upon me like the noise | C2 |
of music out of rule which heard at first | L2 |
took the fresh ear with novel melody | R |
but makes you restless listened to too long | G2 |
with missing looked for rhythms So I teach | T2 |
or let her learn the way to speak to look | U2 |
to walk to sit to dance to sing to laugh | V2 |
and then the prized dissimilarity | R |
was outer husk and not essential core | W2 |
my wife is just the wife my any friend | L2 |
selects among my any friend's good girls | C2 |
a duplicate except that here and there | S2 |
the rendering's faulty or touched in too strong | G2 |
my little rugged bit of gold I mined | L2 |
cleared from its quartz and dross and pieced for use | C2 |
with recognized alloy is minted down | X2 |
one of a million stamped and current coins | C2 |
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My poor dear Madge it half seems treasonous | C2 |
to let regret touch any thought of you | L2 |
loyal and loving to me as you are | Y2 |
and you are very very dear to me | R |
I could not spare you would not change your love | Z2 |
to have the rich ideal of my hope | A3 |
in any other woman as you are | Y2 |
I love you being you And for the rest | L2 |
if I my theory's too eager fool | B3 |
mistook the freedom of blunt ignorance | C2 |
for one with freedom of the instructed will | Z |
and took yours for a nature made to keep | C3 |
its hardiness in culture gaining strength | D3 |
to be itself more fully if I looked | L2 |
for some rare perfectness of natural gifts | C2 |
developing not changed pruned and not dwarfed | L2 |
if I believed you would be that to me | R |
so many men have sung by women's names | C2 |
and known no woman for where is your fault | L2 |
who did but give yourself as you were then | E3 |
and with so true a giving Violet | L2 |
whose is the blame if rooted from your place | C2 |
where you grew truly to your natural law | F3 |
set by my hand in artificial soil | G3 |
bound to unwonted props whose blame if you | L2 |
are not quite violet and not quite rose | C2 |
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She's happy though I think she does not bear | S2 |
the pain of my mistake and shall not bear | S2 |
and she'll not ever guess of a mistake | H3 |
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Mistake 'tis a hard word Well let it pass | C2 |
it shall not wrong her for was it in her | N2 |
or in myself I was mistaken most | L2 |
What I who have been bold to hurl revolt | L2 |
at great Queen Bugaboo Society | R |
did I not teach her suit and service first | L2 |
wincing when she infringed some useless law | F3 |
do I not wince to day beside the fire | N2 |
at every word or gesture she shall use | C2 |
not scheduled in the warrant what to do | L2 |
do I not bid her have the table thus | C2 |
assort such viands use such furniture | N2 |
wear such a stuff at morning such at night | L2 |
all to the warrant of Queen Bugaboo | L2 |
and feel a something missing when she fails | C2 |
a discord setting all my teeth on edge | F2 |
Why what a score of small observances | C2 |
mere fashionable tricks are to my life | W |
the butter on the bread without which salve | I3 |
the bit's too coarse to swallow what a score | W2 |
of other small observances and tricks | C2 |
worn out of fashion or not yet come in | J3 |
reek worse than garlic to my pampered taste | L2 |
making the wholesomest food too difficult | L2 |
And that which in an ancient yesterday | P |
was but some great man's humour is to me | R |
duty by rote to day I had not felt | L2 |
my own life that punctilious copy book | U2 |
writ to stock patterns set to all a school | B3 |
I have called usual lives but my poor Madge | K3 |
has unawares informed me of myself | L3 |
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We can no other 'tis as natural | Q2 |
to men to take this artificial kind | L2 |
as to the flowers which grown in neighbour ranks | C2 |
taste the same winds and feed on the same soil | G3 |
to take inoculation by the bees | C2 |
of one another's dyes and be alike | M3 |
in new unlikeness to their primal types | C2 |
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Our gift is imitation and to share | S2 |
the subtle current of all sympathies | C2 |
we breathe each other's thoughts as in a crowd | L2 |
we breathe each other's breaths unconsciously | R |
and if there could be a mere human man | N3 |
to singly be creator make the thing | O3 |
which none has hoped for near him say the things | C2 |
which none has thought beside him were there one | P3 |
to be the god we claim in our rash word | L2 |
original needs were he such a one | P3 |
as we call savage one apart in woods | C2 |
and friendless deserts planning by himself | L3 |
some first instinctive art or questioning | O3 |
blank ignorance and wonder into thoughts | C2 |
And as for us the men who live in days | C2 |
when what the West has whispered finds the East | L2 |
across an ocean in a breath of time | K |
Augusta Davies Webster
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