Grandmother Tenterden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBBA CDDDC ECCCE FGGGF HIIIH HJJJH KLLLL MLLLM NDDDN LOOOL PQQQP PPPPP POOOP RSSSR TLLLU

I mind it was but yesterdayA
The sun was dim the air was chillB
Below the town below the hillB
The sails of my son's ship did fillB
My Jacob who was cast awayA
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He said God keep you mother dearC
But did not turn to kiss his wifeD
They had some foolish idle strifeD
Her tongue was like a two edged knifeD
And he was proud as any peerC
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Howbeit that night I took no noteE
Of sea nor sky for all was drearC
I marked not that the hills looked nearC
Nor that the moon though curved and clearC
Through curd like scud did drive and floatE
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For with my darling went the joyF
Of autumn woods and meadows brownG
I came to hate the little townG
It seemed as if the sun went downG
With him my only darling boyF
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It was the middle of the nightH
The wind it shifted west by southI
It piled high up the harbor mouthI
The marshes black with summer drouthI
Were all abroad with sea foam whiteH
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It was the middle of the nightH
The sea upon the garden leaptJ
And my son's wife in quiet sleptJ
And I his mother waked and weptJ
When lo there came a sudden lightH
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And there he stood His seaman's dressK
All wet and dripping seemed to beL
The pale blue fires of the seaL
Dripped from his garments constantlyL
I could not speak through cowardnessL
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I come through night and storm he saidM
Through storm and night and death said heL
To kiss my wife if it so beL
That strife still holds 'twixt her and meL
For all beyond is peace he saidM
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The sea is His and He who sentN
The wind and wave can soothe their strifeD
And brief and foolish is our lifeD
He stooped and kissed his sleeping wifeD
Then sighed and like a dream he wentN
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Now when my darling kissed not meL
But her his wife who did not wakeO
My heart within me seemed to breakO
I swore a vow nor thenceforth spakeO
Of what my clearer eyes did seeL
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And when the slow weeks brought him notP
Somehow we spake of aught besideQ
For she her hope upheld her prideQ
And I in me all hope had diedQ
And my son passed as if forgotP
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It was about the next springtideP
She pined and faded where she stoodP
Yet spake no word of ill or goodP
She had the hard cold Edwards' bloodP
In all her veins and so she diedP
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One time I thought before she passedP
To give her peace but ere I spakeO
Methought He will be first to breakO
The news in heaven and for his sakeO
I held mine back until the lastP
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And here I sit nor care to roamR
I only wait to hear his callS
I doubt not that this day next fallS
Shall see me safe in port where allS
And every ship at last comes homeR
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And you have sailed the Spanish MainT
And knew my Jacob Eh MercyL
Ah God of wisdom hath the seaL
Yielded its dead to humble meL
My boy My Jacob Turn againU

Bret Harte (francis)



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