The Cure For Weariness Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL MNMNOPOP

Seemed like I couldn't stand it any moreA
The factory whistles blowin' day by dayB
An' men an' children hurryin' by the doorA
An' street cars clangin' on their busy wayB
The faces of the people seemed to beC
Washed pale by tears o' grief an' strife an' careD
Till everywhere I turned to I could seeC
The same old gloomy pictures of despairD
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The windows of the shops all looked the sameE
Decked out with stuff their owners wished to sellF
When visitors across our doorway cameE
I could recite the tales they'd have to tellF
All things had lost their old time power to pleaseG
Dog tired I was an' irritable tooH
An' so I traded chimney tops for treesG
An' shingled roof for open skies of blueH
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I dropped my tools an' took my rod an' lineI
An' tackle box an' left the busy townJ
I found a favorite restin' spot of mineI
Where no one seeks for fortune or renownJ
I whistled to the birds that flew aboutK
An' built a lot of castles in my dreamsL
I washed away the stains of care an' doubtK
An' thanked the Lord for woods an' running streamsL
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I've cooked my meals before an open fireM
I've had the joy of green smoke in my faceN
I've followed for a time my heart's desireM
An' now the path of duty I retraceN
I've had my little fishin' trip an' goO
Once more contented to the haunts of menP
I'm ready now to hear the whistles blowO
An' see the roofs an' chimney tops againP

Edgar Albert Guest



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