Harmon Whitney Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOONNNN PNNQRN

Out of the lights and roar of citiesA
Drifting down like a spark in Spoon RiverB
Burnt out with the fire of drink and brokenC
The paramour of a woman I took in self contemptD
But to hide a wounded pride as wellE
To be judged and loathed by a village of little mindsF
I gifted with tongues and wisdomG
Sunk here to the dust of the justice courtH
A picker of rags in the rubbage of spites and wrongsI
I whom fortune smiled on I in a villageJ
Spouting to gaping yokels pages of verseK
Out of the lore of golden yearsL
Or raising a laugh with a flash of filthy witM
When they bought the drinks to kindle my dying mindN
To be judged by youO
The soul of me hidden from youO
With its wound gangrenedN
By love for a wife who made the woundN
With her cold white bosom treasonous pure and hardN
Relentless to the last when the touch of her handN
At any time might have cured me of the typhusP
Caught in the jungle of life where many are lostN
And only to think that my soul could not re actN
Like Byron's did in song in something nobleQ
But turned on itself like a tortured snakeR
Judge me this way O worldN

Edgar Lee Masters



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