Lillian Stewart Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDEFFGHIJKELMNOPQ RS

I was the daughter of Lambert HutchinsA
Born in a cottage near the grist millB
Reared in the mansion there on the hillB
With its spires bay windows and roof of slateC
How proud my mother was of the mansionD
How proud of father's rise in the worldE
And how my father loved and watched usF
And guarded our happinessF
But I believe the house was a curseG
For father's fortune was little beside itH
And when my husband found he had marriedI
A girl who was really poorJ
He taunted me with the spiresK
And called the house a fraud on the worldE
A treacherous lure to young men raising hopesL
Of a dowry not to be hadM
And a man while selling his voteN
Should get enough from the people's betrayalO
To wall the whole of his family inP
He vexed my life till I went back homeQ
And lived like an old maid till I diedR
Keeping house for fatherS

Edgar Lee Masters



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