The Babes In The Wood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCB DEFFE FGHIG AJFFK LMNMOM PQRQSQ TUVUWU XFYFZF A2MEMB2M C2ZD2ZE2Z F2G2H2G2YG2 I2J2K2J2RJ2 L2D2M2D2J2D2 N2O2NP2YP2 Q2ER2EFE S2Q2T2U2DU2 FJ2V2J2W2J2 YX2Y2X2Z2X2 A3D2FD2G2D2 B3Z2YZ2C3Z2 D3E3F3E3RE3 R2G3X2G3H3G3WG3

Come list to my storyA
More sorry by farB
To her who must tell itC
And you who will hear itC
Than all others areB
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'Tis the darling of each whoD
Has spirit so mildE
As to grieve for the HumanF
The sad man or womanF
Or desolate childE
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Of eyes my dear childrenF
Yours are not the firstG
Through whose teary lashesH
In soft pitying splashesI
The warm drops have burstG
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At hearing it ManyA
For hundreds of yearsJ
Have in the same fashionF
Their heartfelt compassionF
Shown thus with their tearsK
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A dying father in his armsL
Two children did enfoldM
The eldest one a little boyN
Was only three years oldM
Even less than that had served to tintO
The baby's head with goldM
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The mother too lay ill to deathP
No human power might saveQ
And to her darlings that same hourR
Her farewell blessing gaveQ
Father and mother one in lifeS
Were laid in the same graveQ
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But ere the latest breath was drawnT
The father's brother cameU
Nearest of kin upon whose loveV
The orphaned ones had claimU
And he made oath to cherish themW
As his own blood and nameU
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The will devised three hundred poundsX
A year unto the sonF
Three hundred on her marriage dayY
To Jane the little oneF
Thus it was from the uncle's greedZ
That trouble first begunF
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For if by chance they both should dieA2
He was to have their goldM
He felt no love for either childE
His heart was hard and coldM
And while he promised fair he plannedB2
A scheme both bad and boldM
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A twelvemonth did his darksome mindC2
Plot for the dreadful deedZ
Two brutal ruffians he hiredD2
To help him in his needZ
And yet so secret were his waysE2
None knew to intercedeZ
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He formed a wily plausive taleF2
And told it everywhereG2
How the two children were to goH2
Under the best of careG2
Two friends of his for holidayY
To London for the fairG2
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The horses stood before the gateI2
The ruffians twain astrideJ2
And gay with scarlet girth and reinK2
They started side by sideJ2
O blithe the babies' spirits wereR
That they could have a rideJ2
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For every pretty sight they sawL2
For every sound they heardD2
The boy had noisy laugh or shoutM2
The girl had winsome wordD2
He questioned never satisfiedJ2
She chattered like a birdD2
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Meanwhile each ruffian surly satN2
In dark and restless moodO2
Little the prattlers in their joyN
Such silence understoodP2
As on through the warm early dayY
They rode towards the woodP2
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They reached the leafy wildernessQ2
And then the way grew wildE
But ever with new glee the babesR2
The gathering gloom beguiledE
Until at last quite cheered and wonF
One of the ruffians smiledE
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Love had o'ercome within his breastS2
His wicked avariceQ2
I will not kill the little thingsT2
He said for any priceU2
Then passed hot words between the twoD
But only once or twiceU2
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For blows fell and the kindly oneF
Dropped to the earth and diedJ2
The children sank upon the groundV2
Trembling and terrifiedJ2
And clung together wonderingW2
And moaned and sobbed and criedJ2
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Then he who lived led them awayY
Both shivering with dreadX2
They begged for food he paused a spaceY2
Stay here awhile he saidX2
And I will go into the townZ2
At once and fetch you breadX2
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He went In their sweet innocenceA3
They trusted to his wordD2
Meanwhile the sparkling morning sunF
With a grey cloud was blurredD2
And long in vain they waited thereG2
Nor cried again nor stirredD2
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How can I write the mournful endB3
And tell how up and downZ2
At last by hunger driven they strayY
Over the mosses brownZ2
She clutching at his little coatC3
He clinging to her gownZ2
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More than one day more than one nightD3
Comes on them there aloneE3
They search for blackberries so weakF3
And starving they are grownE3
Now through a thicket of wild brierR
Now 'gainst a hindering stoneE3
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Then they lie down to die poor babesR2
The cruel ground receivesG3
Their little bodies as a bedX2
Long time the south wind grievesG3
Above them and a hovering boughH3
A pall of shadow weavesG3
And robin red breasts pity themW
And cover them with leavesG3

Clara Doty Bates



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