The Wanderer Looking Into Other Homes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A LONE wayfaring wretch I saw who stoodA
Wearily pausing by the wicket gateB
And from his eyes there streamed a bitter floodC
Contrasting his with many a happier fateB
Bleak howled the wind the sleety shower fell fastD
On his bare head and scanty covered breastE
As through the village with quick step I pastD
To find sweet shelter in my home of restE
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'Oh that I too could call a home my own '-
Said the lone wanderer as he wistful gazedF
Through the clear lattice on the hearth's wide stoneG
Where cheerily the jocund fire blazedF
'Oh that I too in such a cot might dwellH
Where the bright homefire blazeth clear and highI
Where joy alone my grateful heart might swellH
And children's children bless me when I die '-
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Little he deemed what bitterness was thereJ
Who murmured thus his aspirations vainK
Little he deemed that one as fond as fairJ
Lay faintly sighing on a bed of painK
And by her side a restless vigil keepingL
One who had deeply wronged that gentle heartM
Knelt with clasped hands now praying and now weepingL
Dreading each hour to see the soul departM
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They were two sisters jealous love had twainedM
And one had slandered he who faded layN
Because she deemed her slighted love disdainedM
And he they both had loved was far awayN
And from that hour the younger drooped and pinedM
Like a pale snowdrop bowing down her headM
Joyless of life to slow disease resignedM
The heart within her was already deadM
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Here for her sake they woo the mountain galeO
If haply change may yet prevent her fateM
But he the wanderer knew not of this taleO
And humbly sues admittance at their gateM
He enters what hath met his eager eyesP
Pale as the white fringed drapery spread beneathQ
His early loved his sorely slandered liesP
Heaving with pain her faint and quickened breathR
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O'er her soft arm her long dark glossy hairJ
Floats in unbraided beauty and her cheekS
Ah me the deeply crimsoned tinge is thereJ
That of sharp woe and early death doth speakS
How beautiful beneath her drooping eyeI
The glowing hectic of that cheek appearsT
Where the long lashes like soft shadows lieI
Seeking in vain to prison back her tearsU
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She gazes shrieks 'tis he at length 'tis heV
Whom dreams and waking thoughts have brought in vainK
And must she die e'er yet from sorrow freeV
Her head hath rested on his heart againW
A few slow bitter words of wild appealX
Of earnest explanation faintly givenY
A pressure which his hand can scarcely feelX
And her freed soul is on its way to heavenY
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So wanderers in the world may pausing gazeZ
Upon some radiant form with smiles of lightM
And seeing but the outward beam that playsZ
Envy their joys and deem that all is brightM
The homes of other hearts oh yet bewareJ
Ye who with friendly guise would enter inA2
Lest all be false and ye be doomed to shareJ
Their guilt or woe their sadness or their sinA2

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton



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