The Weaver Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGFGHIHI CJCJKLKL MHMHCNCN

The patter of rain on the roofA
The glint of the sun on the roseB
Of life these the warp and the woofA
The weaving that everyone knowsB
Now grief with its consequent tearC
Now joy with its luminous smileD
The days are the threads of the yearE
Is what I am weaving worth whileD
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What pattern have I on my loomF
Shall my bit of tapestry pleaseG
Am I working with gray threads of gloomF
Is there faith in the figures I seizeG
When my fingers are lifeless and coldH
And the threads I no longer can weaveI
Shall there be there for men to beholdH
One sign of the things I believeI
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God sends me the gray days and rareC
The threads from his bountiful skeinJ
And many as sunshine are fairC
And some are as dark as the rainJ
And I think as I toil to expressK
My life through the days slipping byL
Shall my tapestry prove a successK
What sort of weaver am IL
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Am I making the most of the redM
And the bright strands of luminous goldH
Or blotting them out with the threadM
By which all men's failure is toldH
Am I picturing life as despairC
As a thing men shall shudder to seeN
Or weaving a bit that is fairC
That shall stand as the record of meN

Edgar Albert Guest



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