Charles Warren, The Sheriff Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNHOPQRS TE UVWXYBZA2B2C2 FD2E2F2G2H2D2I2SD2J2 OD2OBOHOXOK2L2M2N2OO 2 F2P2Q2R2P2S2T2U2OV2O H2OOR2OW2OX2Y2OO Z2A3OPNOB3C3D3OOE3F3 O Z2G3O OA3CH3CCI3R2OCCJ3CK3 OOCFOCCOR2 CP2L3R2M3CR2R2N3CCR2 OOO3N3P2O CCCCK2NOCP3COL3Q3R2O R3K3R2 CCOS3K2OOR2OK3HYO R2COOT3CCOCC3CR2U3OV 3 CW3OOOE3J OCOOAR2YX3OC3N3R2OY3 COZ3C3OCCOCOPOCOCC3A P2OCOOA4B4C4OD4 CCP2PCCOC R2OCCE4CC3OF O3R2OY3COCCOOOR2F4L2 OW3CF4CX3N3NB4O N3COCM2C HOOOON3OCNH2OC3 COOOG4OCH4CI4OCP2R2 OQ3YJ4K4OWN3CN3X3CCC K3 OAOOACCB4C L4NR2OOM4N3 P2R2OCR2O OR2K4B4COFN3H4OK3CCO H CN4V3 OK3N3J4O HR2COR3AM3CR2OOO4N3C ON3CR3OAP4C P3Q4CN3R4R4N3S4OT4U4 CO| I have seen twenty men hanged hung myself | A |
| Two in this jail with whom I talked the night | B |
| Before they had the rope knotted behind | C |
| The ear to break the neck These two I hanged | D |
| One guilty and defiant taking chops | E |
| Four cups of coffee just an hour before | F |
| We swung him off the other trembling pale | G |
| Protesting innocence but guilty too | H |
| Both wore the same look in the middle watch | I |
| I tell you what it is You take a steer | J |
| And windlass him to where the butcher stands | K |
| With hammer ready for the blow and knife | L |
| To slit the throat after the hammer falls | M |
| Well there's a moment when the steer is standing | N |
| Head neck strained side ways eyes rolled side ways too | H |
| Fixed bright seen this way but another way | O |
| A film seems spreading on them That's the look | P |
| They wear a corpse like pallor and their tongues | Q |
| Are loose sprawl in their mouths lie paralyzed | R |
| Against their teeth or fall back in their throats | S |
| Which make them cough and stop for words and close | T |
| Dry lips with little pops | E |
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| There's something else | U |
| Their minds are out of them like a rubber band | V |
| Stretched from the place it's pinned about to break | W |
| And all the time they try to draw it back | X |
| And give it utterance with that sprawling tongue | Y |
| And lips too dry for words They hold it tight | B |
| As a woman giving birth holds to the sheet | Z |
| Tied to the bed's head pulls the sheet to end | A2 |
| The agony and the reluctance of the child | B2 |
| That pauses dreads to enter in this world | C2 |
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| So was it with Fred Taylor But before | F |
| The high Court shook his hope he talked to me | D2 |
| Freely and fully saying many times | E2 |
| What could the world expect of him beside | F2 |
| Some violence or murder He had borrowed | G2 |
| The books his lawyers used to fight for him | H2 |
| And read for hours and days about heredity | D2 |
| And in our talks he said mix red and violet | I2 |
| You have the color purple Strike two notes | S |
| You have a certain chord and nature made me | D2 |
| By rules as mathematical as they use | J2 |
| In mixing drugs or gases Then he'd say | O |
| Look at this table and he'd show to me | D2 |
| A diagram of chickens how blue fowls | O |
| Come from a cross of black with one of white | B |
| With black splashed feathers Look at the blues he'd say | O |
| They mate and of four chickens two are blue | H |
| And one is black and one is white These blues | O |
| Produce in that proportion But the black | X |
| And white have chickens white and black you see | O |
| In equal numbers Don't you see that I | K2 |
| Was caught in mathematics jotted down | L2 |
| Upon a slate before I came to earth | M2 |
| They could have picked my forbears on a slate | N2 |
| Forecast my soul its tendencies if they | O |
| Had been that devilish And so he talked | O2 |
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| Well then he heard that Elenor Murray died | F2 |
| And told me that her grandmother that woman | P2 |
| Known for her queerness and her lively soul | Q2 |
| To eighty years and more was grandmother | R2 |
| To his father and this Elenor Murray cousin | P2 |
| To his father There you have it he exclaimed | S2 |
| She killed herself and I know why he said | T2 |
| She loved someone This love is in our blood | U2 |
| And overflows or spurts between the logs | O |
| You dam it with or fully stayed grows green | V2 |
| With summer scum breeds frogs and spotted snakes | O |
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| He was a study and I studied him | H2 |
| I'd sit beside his cell and read some words | O |
| From his confession ask why did you this | O |
| His crime was monstrous but he won me over | R2 |
| I wished to help the boy for boy he was | O |
| Just nineteen and I pitied him At last | W2 |
| His story seemed as clear as when you see | O |
| The truth behind poor words that say as much | X2 |
| As words can say you see you get the truth | Y2 |
| And know it even if you never pass | O |
| The truth to others | O |
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| Lord This girl he killed | Z2 |
| Knew not the power she played with Why she sat | A3 |
| Like a child upon the asp's nest picking flowers | O |
| Or as a child will pet a mad dog Look | P |
| You come into my life what do you bring | N |
| Why everything that made your life all pains | O |
| All raptures disappointments wisdom learned | B3 |
| You bring to me But do you show them no | C3 |
| You hide them maybe some of them and leave | D3 |
| Myself to learn you by the hardest means | O |
| And bing A something in you or in me | O |
| Out of a past explodes or better still | E3 |
| Extends a claw from out the buttoned coat | F3 |
| And rips a face | O |
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| So this poor girl was killed | Z2 |
| And by an innocent coquetry evoked | G3 |
| The claw that tore her breast away | O |
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| One day | O |
| As I passed by his cell I stopped and sat | A3 |
| What was the first thing entering in your mind | C |
| From which you trace your act And he said Well | H3 |
| Almost from the beginning all my mind | C |
| Was on her from the moment I awaked | C |
| Until I slept and often I awoke | I3 |
| At two or three o'clock with thoughts of her | R2 |
| And through the day I thought of nothing else | O |
| Sometimes I could not eat At school my thought | C |
| Stretched out of me to her could not be pulled | C |
| Back to the lesson I could read a page | J3 |
| As it were Greek not understand a word | C |
| But just the moment I was with her then | K3 |
| My soul re entered me I was at peace | O |
| And happy oh so happy In the days | O |
| When we were separated my unrest | C |
| Took this form that I must be with her or | F |
| If that could not be then some other place | O |
| Was better than the place I was I strained | C |
| Lived in a constant strain found no content | C |
| With anything or place could find no peace | O |
| Except with her | R2 |
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| Right from the first I had | C |
| Two minds two hearts concerning her and one | P2 |
| Was confidence and one was doubt one love | L3 |
| One hatred And one purpose was to serve her | R2 |
| Guard her and care for her one said destroy | M3 |
| Ruin or kill her Sitting by her side | C |
| Except as I shall say I loved her trusted her | R2 |
| Away from her I doubted her and hated her | R2 |
| But at the dances when I saw her smile | N3 |
| Up at another man the storming blood | C |
| Roared in my brain for wondering about | C |
| The words they said He might be holding her | R2 |
| Too close to him or as I watched I saw | O |
| His knee indent her skirt between her knees | O |
| That might be when she smiled Then going home | O3 |
| I'd ask her what he said She'd only smile | N3 |
| And keep a silence that I could not open | P2 |
| With any pry of questions | O |
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| Well we quarreled | C |
| About this boy she danced with So I said | C |
| I'll leave her never see her I'll go find | C |
| Another girl forget her Sunday next | C |
| I saw her driving with this fellow I | K2 |
| Was walking in the road they passed me laughing | N |
| She turned about and waved her hand at me | O |
| That night I lay awake and tossed and thought | C |
| Where are they now What are they doing now | P3 |
| He's kissing her upon the lips I've kissed | C |
| Or worse perhaps I have been fooled she lies | O |
| Within his arms and gives him what for love | L3 |
| I never asked her never dared to ask | Q3 |
| This brought Fred Taylor's story to the murder | R2 |
| In point of madness anyway Some business | O |
| Broke in our visit here Another time | R3 |
| I sat with him and questioned him again | K3 |
| About the night he killed her | R2 |
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| Well he said | C |
| I told you that we quarreled So I fought | C |
| To free myself of thought of her no use | O |
| I tried another girl it wouldn't work | S3 |
| For at the dance I took this girl to I | K2 |
| Saw Gertrude with this fellow and the madness | O |
| Came over me in blackness hurricanes | O |
| Until I found myself in front of her | R2 |
| Where she was seated asking for a dance | O |
| She smiled and rose and danced with me And then | K3 |
| As the dance ended May I come to see you | H |
| I'm sorry for my words came from my tongue | Y |
| In spite of will She laughed and said to me | O |
| 'If you'll behave yourself ' | - |
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| I went to see her | R2 |
| But came away more wretched than I went | C |
| She seemed to have sweet secrets in her silence | O |
| And eyes too calm the secrets hid themselves | O |
| At first I could not summon up the strength | T3 |
| To ask her questions but at last I did | C |
| And then she only shook her head and laughed | C |
| And spoke of something else She had a way | O |
| Of mixing up the subjects till my mind | C |
| Forgot the very thing I wished to know | C3 |
| Or dulled its edges so if I remembered | C |
| I could not ask it so to bring the answer | R2 |
| I wished from her I came away so weak | U3 |
| I scarce could walk fell into sleep at once | O |
| But woke at three o'clock and could not sleep | V3 |
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| Before this quarrel we had been engaged | C |
| And at this evening's end I brought it up | W3 |
| 'What shall we do Are you engaged to me | O |
| Will you renew it ' And she said to me | O |
| 'We still are young it's better to be free | O |
| Let's play and dance Be gay for if you will | E3 |
| I'll go with you but when you're gloomy dear | J |
| You are not company for a girl ' | - |
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| Dear me | O |
| Here was I five feet nine and could have crushed | C |
| Her little body with my giant arms | O |
| And yet in strength that counts the mind that moves | O |
| The body but much more can move itself | A |
| And other minds she was a spirit power | R2 |
| And I but just a derrick slowly swung | Y |
| By an engine smaller noisy with its chug | X3 |
| And cloudy with its smoke bituminous | O |
| That night however she engaged to go | C3 |
| To dance with me a week hence But meanwhile | N3 |
| The hellish thing comes on the morning after | R2 |
| Thus chum of mine who testified John Luce | O |
| Came to me with the story that this man | Y3 |
| That Gertrude danced with told him O my God | C |
| That Gertrude hinted she would come across | O |
| Give him the final bliss That was the proof | Z3 |
| They brought out in the trial as you know | C3 |
| The fellow said it damn him whether she | O |
| Made such a promise who knows Would to God | C |
| I knew before you hang me There I stood | C |
| And heard this story felt my arteries | O |
| Lock as you'd let canal gates down my heart | C |
| Beat for deliverance from the bolted streams | O |
| That night I could not sleep but found a book | P |
| Just think of this for fate Under my eyes | O |
| There comes an ancient story out of Egypt | C |
| Thyamis fearing he would die and lose | O |
| The lovely Chariclea strikes her dead | C |
| Then kills himself some thousands of years ago | C3 |
| It's all forgotten now I say to self | A |
| Who cares what matters it the thing was done | P2 |
| And served its end The story stuck with me | O |
| But the next night and the next night I stole out | C |
| To spy on Gertrude by the path in the grass | O |
| Lay for long hours And on the third night saw | O |
| At half past eight or nine this fellow come | A4 |
| And take her walking in the darkness where | B4 |
| I could have touched them as they walked the path | C4 |
| But could not follow for the moon which rose | O |
| Besides I lost them | D4 |
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| Well the time approached | C |
| Of the dance and still I brooded then resolved | C |
| My hatred now was level with the cauldron | P2 |
| With bubbles crackling So the spade I took | P |
| Hidden beneath the seat may show forethought | C |
| They caught the jury with that argument | C |
| And forethought does it show but who made me | O |
| To have such forethought | C |
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| Then I called for her | R2 |
| And took her to the dance I was most gay | O |
| Because the load was lifted from my mind | C |
| And I had found relief And so we danced | C |
| And she danced with this fellow I was calm | E4 |
| Believed somehow he had not had her yet | C |
| And if his knee touched hers why let it go | C3 |
| Nothing beyond shall happen even this | O |
| Shall not be any more | F |
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| We started home | O3 |
| Before we reached that clump of woods I asked her | R2 |
| If she would marry me She laughed at me | O |
| I asked her if she loved that other man | Y3 |
| She said you are a silly boy and laughed | C |
| And then I asked her if she'd marry me | O |
| And if she would not why she would not do it | C |
| We came up to the woods and she was silent | C |
| I could not make her speak I stopped the horse | O |
| She sat all quiet I could see her face | O |
| Under the brilliance of the moon I saw | O |
| A thin smile on her face and then I struck her | R2 |
| And from the floor grabbed up the iron wrench | F4 |
| And struck her took her out and laid her down | L2 |
| And did what was too horrible they say | O |
| To do and keep my life To finish up | W3 |
| I reached back for the iron wrench first felt | C |
| Her breast to find her heart no use of wrench | F4 |
| She was already dead I took the spade | C |
| Scraped off the leaves between two trees and dug | X3 |
| And buried her and said 'My Chariclea | N3 |
| No man shall have you ' Then I drove till morning | N |
| And after some days reached Missouri where | B4 |
| They caught me | O |
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| So Fred Taylor told me all | N3 |
| Filled in the full confession that he made | C |
| And which they used in court with looks and words | O |
| Scarce to be reproduced but to the last | C |
| He said the mathematics of his birth | M2 |
| Accounted for his deed | C |
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| Is it not true | H |
| If you resolved the question that the jury | O |
| Resolved did he know right from wrong did he | O |
| Know what he did the jury answered truly | O |
| To give the rope to him Or if you say | O |
| These mathematics may be true and still | N3 |
| A man like that is better out of way | O |
| And saying so become the very spirit | C |
| And reason which slew Gertrude disregarding | N |
| The devil of heredity which clutched him | H2 |
| As he put by the reason we obey | O |
| It may be well enough I do not know | C3 |
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| Now for last night before this morning fixed | C |
| To swing him off His lawyers went to see | O |
| The governor to win reprieval perhaps | O |
| A commutation I could see his eyes | O |
| Had two lights in them one was like a lantern | G4 |
| With the globe greased which showed he could not see | O |
| Himself in death tomorrow what is that | C |
| In the soul that cannot see itself in death | H4 |
| No to morrow continuation the wall the end | C |
| And yet this very smear upon the globe | I4 |
| Was death's half fleshless hand which rubbed across | O |
| His senses and his hope The other light | C |
| Was weirdly bright for terror expectation | P2 |
| Of good news from the governor | R2 |
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| For his lawyers | O |
| Were in these hours petitioning He would ask | Q3 |
| No news No word What is the time His tongue | Y |
| Would fall back in his throat we saw the strain | J4 |
| Of his stretched soul He'd sit upon his couch | K4 |
| Hands clasped head down Arise and hold the bars | O |
| Himself fling on the couch face down and shake | W |
| But when he heard the hammers ring that nail | N3 |
| The scaffold into shape he whirled around | C |
| Like a rat in a cage And when the sand bag fell | N3 |
| That tested out the rope a muffled thug | X3 |
| And the rope creaked he started up and moaned | C |
| You're getting ready and his body shivered | C |
| His white hands could not hold the bars he reeled | C |
| And fell upon the couch again | K3 |
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| Suppose | O |
| There was no whiskey and no morphia | A |
| Except for what the parsons think fit use | O |
| A poor weak fellow not a Socrates | O |
| Must march the gallows walk with every nerve | A |
| Up bristled like a hair in fright This night | C |
| Was much too horrible for me At last | C |
| I had the doctor dope him unaware | B4 |
| And for a time he slept | C |
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| But when the dawn | L4 |
| Looked through the little windows near the ceiling | N |
| Cob webbed and grimed with light like sanded water | R2 |
| And echoes started in the corridors | O |
| Of feet and objects moved then all at once | O |
| He sprang up from his sleep and gave a groan | M4 |
| Half yell that shook us all | N3 |
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| A clergyman | P2 |
| Came soon to pray with him and he grew calmer | R2 |
| And said O pray for her but pray for me | O |
| That I may see her when this riddle world | C |
| No longer stands between us slipped from her | R2 |
| And soon from me | O |
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| For breakfast he took coffee | O |
| A piece of toast no more The sickening hour | R2 |
| Approaches he is sitting on his couch | K4 |
| Bent over head in hands dazed or in prayer | B4 |
| My deputy reads the warrant while I stand | C |
| At one side so to hear but not to see | O |
| And then my clerk comes quickly through the door | F |
| That opens from the office in the jail | N3 |
| Runs up the iron steps all out of breath | H4 |
| And almost shouts The governor telephones | O |
| To stop the sentence is commuted Then | K3 |
| I grew as weak as the culprit took the warrant | C |
| And stepped up to the cell's door coughed inhaled | C |
| And after getting breath I said Good news | O |
| The governor has saved you | H |
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| Then he laughed | C |
| Half fell against the bars and like a rag | N4 |
| Sank in a heap | V3 |
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| I don't know to this day | O |
| What moved the governor For crazy men | K3 |
| Are hanged sometimes To day he leaves the jail | N3 |
| We take him where the criminal insane | J4 |
| Are housed at our expense | O |
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| So Merival heard the sheriff As he knew | H |
| The governor's mind and how the governor | R2 |
| Gave heed to public thought or what is deemed | C |
| The public thought what's printed in the press | O |
| He wondered at the governor For no crime | R3 |
| Had stirred the county like this crime And if | A |
| A jury and the courts adjudged this boy | M3 |
| Of nineteen in his mind what was the right | C |
| Of interference by the governor | R2 |
| So Merival was puzzled They were chums | O |
| The governor and Merival in old days | O |
| Had known club life together ate and drank | O4 |
| Together in the days when Merival | N3 |
| Came to Chicago living down the hurt | C |
| He took from her who left him In those days | O |
| The governor was struggling Merival | N3 |
| Had helped with friends and purse and later helped | C |
| The governor's ambition from the time | R3 |
| He went to congress So the two were friends | O |
| With memories and secrets for the stuff | A |
| Of friendship glad renewal of the surge | P4 |
| Of lasting friendship when they met | C |
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| And now | P3 |
| He sensed a secret meant to bring it forth | Q4 |
| And telegraphed the governor who said | C |
| I'll see you in Chicago Merival | N3 |
| Went up to see the governor and talk | R4 |
| They had not met for months for leisured talk | R4 |
| And now the governor said I'll tell you all | N3 |
| And make it like a drama I'll bring in | S4 |
| My wife who figured in this murder case | O |
| It was this way It's nearly one o'clock | T4 |
| I'm back from hearing lawyers plead I wish | U4 |
| To make this vivid so you'll get my mind | C |
| I tell you what I said to her It's this | O |
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