In Memory Of Saretta Deakin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDBEEFGH FIJGGKLKMMNNL OPPPQORRSSBBTTUVWUXY U UZZUUEEA2A2B2B2C2C2 A2D2BBE2F2G2G2G2G2H2 H2LLBBI2J2 D2B2FA2A2FBBK2K2HHL2 L2UWho Died on October th | A |
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There was a day | B |
A horrible Autumn day | B |
When from her home the home she made for ours | C |
And that day made a nightmare of white flowers | C |
And folk in black who whispered pityingly | D |
They carried her away | B |
And left our hearts all cold | E |
And empty yet with such a store to hold | E |
Of sodden grief the slow drops still ooze out | F |
And falling on all fair things they wither these | G |
Tears came with time but not with time went by | H |
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And still we wander desolate about | F |
The poor changed house the garden and the croft | I |
Warm kitchen sunny parlour with the soft | J |
Intolerable pervading memories | G |
Of her whose face and voice made melodies | G |
Sweet unforgotten songs of mother love | K |
Dear songs of all the little joys that were | L |
We see the sun and have no joy thereof | K |
Because she gathered in her dying hands | M |
And carried with her to the fair far lands | M |
The flower of all our joy because she went | N |
Out of the garden where her days were spent | N |
And took the very sun away with her | L |
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The cross stands at her head | O |
Over her breast that loving mother breast | P |
Close buds of pansies purple and white are pressed | P |
It seems a place for rest | P |
For happy folded sleep but ah not there | Q |
Not there not there our hardest tears are shed | O |
But in the house made empty for her sake | R |
Here in the night intolerable wake | R |
The hungry passionate pains of Love still strong | S |
To fight with death the bitter slow night long | S |
Then the rich price that poor Love has to pay | B |
Is paid slow drop by drop till the new day | B |
With thin cold fingers pushes back night's wings | T |
And drags us out to common cruel things | T |
That sting and barb their stings with memory | U |
O Love and is the price too hard to give | V |
Thine is the splendour of all things that live | W |
And this thy pain the price of life to thee | U |
The sacrament that binds to the beloved | X |
The chain that holds though mountains be removed | Y |
The portent of thine immortality | U |
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So in the house of pain imprisoned we | U |
Endure our bondage and work out our time | Z |
Nor seek from out our dungeon walls to climb | Z |
Bondsmen who would not if we could be free | U |
Thank God our hands still hold Love's cord and she | U |
Do not her hands still clasp the cord we hold | E |
Drawing us near coiling bright fold on fold | E |
Till the far day when it shall draw us near | A2 |
To the sight of her her living hands her dear | A2 |
Tired face grown weary of watching for our face | B2 |
And we shall hold her in the happy place | B2 |
And hear her voice the old same voice we knew | C2 |
Ah children I am tired of wanting you | C2 |
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Or in some world more beautiful and dear | A2 |
Than any she ever even dreamed of here | D2 |
Where time is changed does she await the day | B |
She longed for and so little a while away | B |
When all the love we watered with our tears | E2 |
Shall bloom transplanted by the kindly years | F2 |
Dreaming through her new garden does she go | G2 |
Remembering the old garden long ago | G2 |
Tending new flowers more fair than those that grow | G2 |
In this sad garden where such sad flowers blow | G2 |
And fondly touching bud and leaf and shoot | H2 |
Training her flowers to perfect branch and root | H2 |
Does she sometimes entreat some darling flower | L |
To wait a little for its opening hour | L |
Can you not hear her voice Ah not to day | B |
While my dear flowers my own are far away | B |
Be patient bud to morrow soon will come | I2 |
Ah blossom when my little girl comes home | J2 |
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But now But here | D2 |
The empty house the always empty place | B2 |
The black remembrance that no night blots out | F |
The memories white unbearable and dear | A2 |
That no white sunlight makes less cruel and clear | A2 |
The resistless riotous rout | F |
Of cruel conquering thoughts the night the day | B |
Love is immortal this the price to pay | B |
Worse than all pain it would be to forget | K2 |
On Love's brave brow the crown of thorns is set | K2 |
Love is no niggard though the price be high | H |
Into God's market Love goes forth to buy | H |
With royal meed God's greatest gifts and gain | L2 |
Love offers up his whole rich store of pain | L2 |
And buys of God Love's immortality | U |
E. (edith) Nesbit
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