In Memoryt Of Saretta Deakin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDBEEFGH FIJGGKLKMMNNL OPPPQORRSSBBTTUVWUXY U UZZUUEEA2A2B2B2C2 A2D2BBE2F2G2G2G2G2H2 H2LLBBI2 D2B2FA2A2FBBJ2J2HHK2 K2U| Who Died on October th | A |
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| THERE was a day | B |
| A horrible Autumn day | B |
| When from her home the home she made for ours | C |
| And that day made a nightmare of white flowers | C |
| And folk in black who whispered pityingly | D |
| They carried her away | B |
| And left our hearts all cold | E |
| And empty yet with such a store to hold | E |
| Of sodden grief the slow drops still ooze out | F |
| And falling on all fair things they wither these | G |
| Tears came with time but not with time went by | H |
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| And still we wander desolate about | F |
| The poor changed house the garden and the croft | I |
| Warm kitchen sunny parlour with the soft | J |
| Intolerable pervading memories | G |
| Of her whose face and voice made melodies | G |
| Sweet unforgotten songs of mother love | K |
| Dear songs of all the little joys that were | L |
| We see the sun and have no joy thereof | K |
| Because she gathered in her dying hands | M |
| And carried with her to the fair far lands | M |
| The flower of all our joy because she went | N |
| Out of the garden where her days were spent | N |
| And took the very sun away with her | L |
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| The cross stands at her head | O |
| Over her breast that loving mother breast | P |
| Close buds of pansies purple and white are pressed | P |
| It seems a place for rest | P |
| For happy folded sleep but ah not there | Q |
| Not there not there our hardest tears are shed | O |
| But in the house made empty for her sake | R |
| Here in the night intolerable wake | R |
| The hungry passionate pains of Love still strong | S |
| To fight with death the bitter slow night long | S |
| Then the rich price that poor Love has to pay | B |
| Is paid slow drop by drop till the new day | B |
| With thin cold fingers pushes back night's wings | T |
| And drags us out to common cruel things | T |
| That sting and barb their stings with memory | U |
| O Love and is the price too hard to give | V |
| Thine is the splendour of all things that live | W |
| And this thy pain the price of life to thee | U |
| The sacrament that binds to the beloved | X |
| The chain that holds though mountains be removed | Y |
| The portent of thine immortality | U |
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| So in the house of pain imprisoned we | U |
| Endure our bondage and work out our time | Z |
| Nor seek from out our dungeon walls to climb | Z |
| Bondsmen who would not if we could be free | U |
| Thank God our hands still hold Love's cord and she | U |
| Do not her hands still clasp the cord we hold | E |
| Drawing us near coiling bright fold on fold | E |
| Till the far day when it shall draw us near | A2 |
| To the sight of her her living hands her dear | A2 |
| Tired face grown weary of watching for our face | B2 |
| And we shall hold her in the happy place | B2 |
| And hear her voice the old same voice we knew | C2 |
| 'Ah children I am tired of wanting you ' | - |
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| Or in some world more beautiful and dear | A2 |
| Than any she ever even dreamed of here | D2 |
| Where time is changed does she await the day | B |
| She longed for and so little a while away | B |
| When all the love we watered with our tears | E2 |
| Shall bloom transplanted by the kindly years | F2 |
| Dreaming through her new garden does she go | G2 |
| Remembering the old garden long ago | G2 |
| Tending new flowers more fair than those that grow | G2 |
| In this sad garden where such sad flowers blow | G2 |
| And fondly touching bud and leaf and shoot | H2 |
| Training her flowers to perfect branch and root | H2 |
| Does she sometimes entreat some darling flower | L |
| To wait a little for its opening hour | L |
| Can you not hear her voice 'Ah not to day | B |
| While my dear flowers my own are far away | B |
| Be patient bud to morrow soon will come | I2 |
| Ah blossom when my little girl comes home ' | - |
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| But now But here | D2 |
| The empty house the always empty place | B2 |
| The black remembrance that no night blots out | F |
| The memories white unbearable and dear | A2 |
| That no white sunlight makes less cruel and clear | A2 |
| The resistless riotous rout | F |
| Of cruel conquering thoughts the night the day | B |
| Love is immortal this the price to pay | B |
| Worse than all pain it would be to forget | J2 |
| On Love's brave brow the crown of thorns is set | J2 |
| Love is no niggard though the price be high | H |
| Into God's market Love goes forth to buy | H |
| With royal meed God's greatest gifts and gain | K2 |
| Love offers up his whole rich store of pain | K2 |
| And buys of God Love's immortality | U |
Edith Nesbit
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