The Wages Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE DGHG DIJG| Earth loves to gibber o'er her dross | A |
| Her golden souls to waste | B |
| The cup she fills for her god men | C |
| Is a bitter cup to taste | B |
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| Who sees the gyves that bind mankind | D |
| And strives to strike them off | E |
| Shall gain the hissing hate of fools | F |
| Thorns and the ingrate's scoff | E |
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| Who storms the moss grown walls of eld | D |
| And beats some falsehood down | G |
| Shall pass the pallid gates of death | H |
| Sans laurel love or crown | G |
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| For him who fain would teach the world | D |
| The world holds hate in fee | I |
| For Socrates the hemlock cup | J |
| For Christ Gethsemane | G |
Don Marquis
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