Mrs. Gregory Wenner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEAFGHA IFJAAAKLMANA OPOQARSTAU VEAWXYPZDPA2WEB2C2 XD2E2AF2G2AA2AG2PH2A I2E2SJ2EK2L2AM2N2 IAO2P2Q2R2 S2N2AAT2U2EAV2OW2X2Y 2Z2A3B3C3X2D3E3APF3G 3W2H3OI3J3K3AL3M3OA2 AN3AB3EO3A2SB3A2AMP3 EX2E3E3AQ3DPAB3AHAAX 2A QH2AAAD2PAZH2AL3AR3 B3B3 S3APAXT3PB3AAYAMH2R3 U3A2L2V3AT3AW3Q2X3A2 Y3QZ3A4A2AX2ZD2 B4C4EAS3A2D4B3E4Q2F4 QG4H4PA2Q2AOI4J4 K4L4DK4 M4Z3Y3N4OB3B3AP2AB3O 4AF4P4A| Gregory Wenner's wife was by the sea | A |
| When Gregory Wenner killed himself half sick | B |
| And half malingering and otiose | A |
| She wept sent for a doctor to be braced | C |
| Induced a friend to travel with her west | D |
| To bury Gregory Wenner did not know | E |
| That Gregory Wenner was in money straits | A |
| Until she read the paper or had lost | F |
| His building in the loop The man had kept | G |
| His worries from her ailing ears was glad | H |
| To keep her traveling or taking cures | A |
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| She came and buried Gregory Wenner found | I |
| His fortune just a shell the building lost | F |
| A little money in the bank a store | J |
| Far out on Lake Street forty worthless acres | A |
| In northern Indiana twenty lots | A |
| In some Montana village Here she was | A |
| A widow penniless an invalid | K |
| The crude reality of things awoke | L |
| A strength she did not dream was hers And then | M |
| She went to Gregory Wenner's barren office | A |
| To collect the things he had get in his safe | N |
| For papers and effects | A |
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| She had to pay | O |
| An expert to reveal the combination | P |
| And throw the bolts And there she sat a day | O |
| And emptied pigeon holes and searched and read | Q |
| And in one pigeon hole she found a box | A |
| And in the box a lock of hair wrapped up | R |
| In tissue paper fragrant powder lying | S |
| Around the paper in the box a card | T |
| With woman's writing on it just the words | A |
| For my beloved but no name or date | U |
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| Who was this woman mused the widow there | V |
| She did not know the name She did not know | E |
| Her eyes had seen this Elenor Murray once | A |
| When Elenor Murray came with Gregory Wenner | W |
| To dinner at his home to face the wife | X |
| For Elenor Murray in a mood of strength | Y |
| After her confirmation and communion | P |
| Had said to Gregory Wenner Now the end | Z |
| Has come to this our love I think it best | D |
| If she should ever learn I am the woman | P |
| Who in New York spent summer days with you | A2 |
| And later in Chicago in that summer | W |
| She will remember what my eyes will show | E |
| When we stand face to face and I give proof | B2 |
| That I am changed repentant | C2 |
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| For the wife | X |
| Had listened to a friend who came to tell | D2 |
| She saw this Gregory Wenner in New York | E2 |
| From day to day in gardens and cafes | A |
| And by the sea romancing with a girl | F2 |
| And later Mrs Wenner found a book | G2 |
| Which Gregory Wenner cherished with the words | A |
| Beloved and the date And now she knew | A2 |
| The hand that wrote the card here in this box | A |
| The hand that wrote the inscription in the book | G2 |
| Were one but still she did not know the woman | P |
| No doubt the woman of that summer's flame | H2 |
| Whom Gregory Wenner promised not to see | A |
| When she brought out the book and told him all | I2 |
| She learned of his philandering in New York | E2 |
| And Elenor Murray's body was decaying | S |
| In darkness under earth there at LeRoy | J2 |
| While Mrs Wenner read and did not know | E |
| The hand that wrote the card lay blue and green | K2 |
| Half hidden in the foldings of the shroud | L2 |
| And all that country stirred for Elenor Murray | A |
| Of which the widow absent in the east | M2 |
| Had never heard | N2 |
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| And Mrs Wenner found | I |
| Beside the box and lock of hair three letters | A |
| And sat and read them Through her eyes and brain | O2 |
| This meaning and this sound of blood and soul | P2 |
| Like an old record with a diamond needle | Q2 |
| Passed music like | R2 |
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| The days go swiftly by | S2 |
| With study and with work I am too tired | N2 |
| At night to think I read anatomy | A |
| Materia medica and other things | A |
| And do the work an undergraduate | T2 |
| Is called upon to do And every week | U2 |
| I spend three afternoons with the nuns and sew | E |
| And care for children of the poor whose mothers | A |
| Are earning bread away I go to church | V2 |
| And talk with Mother Janet And I pray | O |
| At morning and at night for you and ask | W2 |
| For strength to live without you and for light | X2 |
| To understand why love of you is mine | Y2 |
| And why you are not mine and whether God | Z2 |
| Will give you to me some day if I prove | A3 |
| My womanhood is worthy of you dear | B3 |
| And sometimes when our days of bliss come back | C3 |
| And flood me with their warmth and blinding light | X2 |
| I take my little crucifix and kiss it | D3 |
| And plunge in work to take me out of self | E3 |
| Some service to another So it is | A |
| This sewing and this caring for the children | P |
| Stills memory and gives me strength to live | F3 |
| And pass the days go on I shall not draw | G3 |
| Upon your thought with letters still I ask | W2 |
| Your thought of me sometimes Would it be much | H3 |
| If once a year you sent me a bouquet | O |
| To prove to me that you remember sweet | I3 |
| Still cherish me a little give me faith | J3 |
| That in this riddle world there is a hand | K3 |
| Which spite of separation thinks and touches | A |
| Blossoms that I touch afterward Dear heart | L3 |
| I have starved out and killed that reckless mood | M3 |
| Which would have taken you and run away | O |
| Oh if you knew that this means killing too | A2 |
| The child I want our child You have a cross | A |
| No less than I beloved even if love | N3 |
| Of me has passed and eased the agony | A |
| I thought you knew your cross is heavy dear | B3 |
| Bound but not wedded to her never to know | E |
| The life of marriage with her Yet be brave | O3 |
| Be noble dear be always what God made you | A2 |
| A great heart patient gentle sacrificing | S |
| Bring comfort to her tedious days forbear | B3 |
| When she is petulant for if you do | A2 |
| I know God will reward you give you peace | A |
| I pray for strength for you that never again | M |
| May you distress her as you did I did | P3 |
| When she found there was someone Lest she know | E |
| Destroy this letter all I ever write | X2 |
| So that her mind may never fix itself | E3 |
| Upon a definite person on myself | E3 |
| But still remaining vague may better pass | A |
| To lighter shadows nothingness at last | Q3 |
| I try to think I sinned have so confessed | D |
| To get forgiveness at my first communion | P |
| And yet a vestige of a thought in me | A |
| Will not submit confess the sin Well dear | B3 |
| You can awake at midnight at the pause | A |
| Of duty in the day merry or sad | H |
| Light hearted or discouraged if you chance | A |
| To think of me remember I send prayers | A |
| To God for you each day oh may His light | X2 |
| Shine on your face | A |
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| So Widow Wenner read | Q |
| And wondered of the writer since no name | H2 |
| Was signed and wept a little dried her eyes | A |
| And flushed with anger said adulteress | A |
| Adulteress who played the game of pity | A |
| And wove about my husband's heart the spell | D2 |
| Of masculine sympathy for a sorrowing woman | P |
| A trick as old as Eden And who knows | A |
| But all the money went here in the end | Z |
| For if a woman plunges from her aim | H2 |
| To piety devotion such as this | A |
| She will plunge back to sin unstable heart | L3 |
| That swings from self denial to indulgence | A |
| And spends itself in both | R3 |
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| Then Widow Wenner | B3 |
| Took up the second letter | B3 |
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| I have signed | S3 |
| To go to France to day I wrote you once | A |
| I planned to take the veil become a nun | P |
| But now the war has changed my thought I see | A |
| In service for my country fuller life | X |
| More useful sacrifice and greater work | T3 |
| Than ever I could have being a nun | P |
| The cause is so momentous Think my dear | B3 |
| This woman who still thinks of you will be | A |
| A factor in this war for liberty | A |
| A soldier serving soldiers giving strength | Y |
| Health hope and spirit to the soldier boys | A |
| Who fall must be restored to fight again | M |
| I've thrown my soul in this am all aflame | H2 |
| You should have seen me when I took the oath | R3 |
| And raised my hand and pledged my word to serve | U3 |
| Support the law I want to think of you | A2 |
| As proud of me for doing this be proud | L2 |
| Be grateful too that I have strength and will | V3 |
| To give myself to this And if it chance | A |
| As almost I am hoping that the work | T3 |
| Should break me sweep me under think of me | A |
| As one who died for country as I shall | W3 |
| As truly as the soldiers slain in battle | Q2 |
| I leave to morrow will be at a camp | X3 |
| Some weeks before I sail I telephoned you | A2 |
| This morning twice they said you would return | Y3 |
| By two o'clock at least I write instead | Q |
| But I shall come to see you if I can | Z3 |
| Sometime this afternoon and if I don't | A4 |
| This letter then must answer Peace be with you | A2 |
| To day I'm very happy Write to me | A |
| Or if you do not think it best all right | X2 |
| I'll understand Before I sail I'll send | Z |
| A message to you for the time farewell | D2 |
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| Then Widow Wenner read the telegram | B4 |
| The third and last communication Sail | C4 |
| To day to morrow very soon I know | E |
| My memories of you are happy ones | A |
| A fond adieu This telegram was signed | S3 |
| By Elenor Murray Widow Wenner knew | A2 |
| The name at last sat petrified to think | D4 |
| This was the girl who brazened through the dinner | B3 |
| Some years ago when Gregory Wenner brought | E4 |
| This woman to his home the shameless trull | Q2 |
| Said Mrs Wenner harlot impudent jade | F4 |
| To think my husband is dead would she were dead | Q |
| I could be happy if I knew a bomb | G4 |
| Or vile disease had got her Then she looked | H4 |
| In other pigeon holes and found in one | P |
| A photograph of Elenor Murray knew | A2 |
| The face that looked across the dinner table | Q2 |
| And in the pigeon hole she found some verses | A |
| Clipped from a magazine and tucked away | O |
| The letters verses telegram in her bag | I4 |
| Closed up the safe and left | J4 |
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| Next day at breakfast | K4 |
| She scanned the morning Times her eyes were wide | L4 |
| For reading of the Elenor Murray inquest | D |
| Well God is just she murmured God is just | K4 |
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| All this was learned of Gregory Wenner Even | M4 |
| If Gregory Wenner killed the girl the man | Z3 |
| Was dead now Could he kill her and return | Y3 |
| And kill himself The coroner had gone | N4 |
| The jury too to view the spot where lay | O |
| Elenor Murray's body It was clear | B3 |
| A man had walked here Was it Gregory Wenner | B3 |
| The hunter who came up and found the body | A |
| This hunter was a harmless honest soul | P2 |
| Could not have killed her passed the grill of questions | A |
| From David Borrow skilled examiner | B3 |
| The coroner the jurors But meantime | O4 |
| If Gregory Wenner killed this Elenor Murray | A |
| How did he do it Dr Trace has made | F4 |
| His autopsy and comes and makes report | P4 |
| To the coroner and the jury in these words | A |
Edgar Lee Masters
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