From The Italian Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBCB DEDE

AS a little child whom his mother has chiddenA
Wrecked in the dark in a storm of weepingB
Sleeps with his tear stained eyes closed hiddenA
And with fists clenched sobs still in his sleepingB
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So in my breast sleeps Love O white ladyC
What does he care though the rest are playingB
With rattles and drums in the woodlands shadyC
Happy children whom Joy takes mayingB
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Ah do not wake him lest you should hear himD
Scolding the others breaking their rattlesE
Smashing their drums when their play comes near himD
Love who for me is a god of battlesE

Edith Nesbit



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