At Devlin's Siding Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC DD EE FF GG HH II CC JJ KK LMWhat made the porter stare so hard what made the porter stare | A |
And eye the tall young woman and the bundle that she bare | A |
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What made the tall young woman flush and strive to hide her face | B |
As the train slid past the platform and the guard swung in his place | B |
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What made her look so stealthily both up and down the line | C |
And quickly give the infant suck to still its puny whine | C |
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Why was the sawmill not at work why were the men away | D |
They might have turned a woman from a woeful deed that day | D |
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Why did the pine scrub stand so thick why was the place so lone | E |
That nothing but the soldier birds might hear a baby moan | E |
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Why doth the woman tear the child why doth the mother take | F |
The infant from her breast and weep as if her heart would break | F |
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Why doth she moan and grind her teeth and weave an awful curse | G |
To fall on him who made of her a harlot ay and worse | G |
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Why should she fall upon her knees and with a trembling hand | H |
Clear off the underbrush and scrape a cradle in the sand | H |
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Why doth she shudder as she hears the buzz of eager flies | I |
And bind a handkerchief across the sleeping infant's eyes | I |
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Why doth she turn but come again and feverishly twine | C |
To shield it from the burning sun the fragrant fronds of pine | C |
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Why as she strides the platform does she try hard not to think | J |
That somewhere in the scrub a babe is calling her for drink | J |
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Why through the alleys of the pine do languid breezes sigh | K |
A low refrain that seems to mock her with a baby's cry | K |
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Seek not to know but pray for her and pity as the train | L |
Carries a white faced woman back to face the world again | M |
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