What Miss Edith Saw From Her Window Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAB BBBB CCCB DDDB EEEB FFFB GGGB HHHB IJIB BBBB KKKK KKKK KKKK FFFK| Our window's not much though it fronts on the street | A |
| There's a fly in the pane that gets nothin' to eat | A |
| But it's curious how people think it's a treat | A |
| For me to look out of the window | B |
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| Why when company comes and they're all speaking low | B |
| With their chairs drawn together then some one says Oh | B |
| Edith dear that's a good child now run love and go | B |
| And amuse yourself there at the window | B |
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| Or Bob that's my brother comes in with his chum | C |
| And they whisper and chuckle the same words will come | C |
| And it's Edith look here Oh I say what a rum | C |
| Lot of things you can see from that window | B |
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| And yet as I told you there's only that fly | D |
| Buzzing round in the pane and a bit of blue sky | D |
| And the girl in the opposite window that I | D |
| Look at when she looks from her window | B |
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| And yet I've been thinking I'd so like to see | E |
| If what goes on behind her goes on behind me | E |
| And then goodness gracious what fun it would be | E |
| For us both as we sit by our window | B |
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| How we'd know when the parcels were hid in a drawer | F |
| Or things taken out that one never sees more | F |
| What people come in and go out of the door | F |
| That we never see from the window | B |
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| And that night when the stranger came home with our Jane | G |
| I might see what I heard then that sounded so plain | G |
| Like when my wet fingers I rub on the pane | G |
| Which they won't let me do on my window | B |
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| And I'd know why papa shut the door with a slam | H |
| And said something funny that sounded like jam | H |
| And then Edith where are you I said Here I am | H |
| Ah that's right dear look out of the window | B |
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| They say when I'm grown up these things will appear | I |
| More plain than they do when I look at them here | J |
| But I think I see some things uncommonly clear | I |
| As I sit and look down from the window | B |
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| What things Oh the things that I make up you know | B |
| Out of stories I've read and they all pass below | B |
| Ali Baba the Forty Thieves all in a row | B |
| Go by as I look from my window | B |
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| That's only at church time other days there's no crowd | K |
| Don't laugh See that big man who looked up and bowed | K |
| That's our butcher I call him the Sultan Mahoud | K |
| When he nods to me here at the window | K |
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| And that man he's our neighbor just gone for a ride | K |
| Has three wives in the churchyard that lie side by side | K |
| So I call him Bluebeard in search of his bride | K |
| While I'm Sister Anne at the window | K |
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| And what do I call you Well here's what I do | K |
| When my sister expects you she puts me here too | K |
| But I wait till you enter to see if it's you | K |
| And then I just open the window | K |
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| Dear child Yes that's me Oh you ask what that's for | F |
| Well Papa says you're Poverty's self and what's more | F |
| I open the window when you're at the door | F |
| To see Love fly out of the window | K |
Bret Harte (francis)
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