The One At Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDEE FGFGHBII JKJKLLMM NCNAOONN| Don told me that he loved me dear | A |
| Where down the range Whioola pours | B |
| And when I laughed and would not hear | C |
| He flung away to fight the wars | B |
| He flung away how should he know | D |
| My foolish heart was dancin' so | D |
| How should he know that at his word | E |
| My soul was trillin' like a bird | E |
| - | |
| He went out in the cannon smoke | F |
| He did not seek to ask me why | G |
| Again each day my poor heart broke | F |
| To see the careless post go by | G |
| I cared not for their Emperors | H |
| For me there was this in the wars | B |
| My brown boy in the shell clouds dim | I |
| And savage devils killin' him | I |
| - | |
| They told me on the field he fell | J |
| And far they bore him from the fight | K |
| But he is whole he will be well | J |
| Now in a ward by day and night | K |
| A fair tall nurse with slim neat hands | L |
| By his white bedside smilin' stands | L |
| His brow with trailin fingertips | M |
| She soothes and damps his fevered lips | M |
| - | |
| I know her not but I can see | N |
| How blue her great eyes are and hear | C |
| The cooin' of her voice as she | N |
| Speaks gentle comfort to my dear | A |
| With love as sweet as mother's care | O |
| She heals his wounds she strokes his hair | O |
| O God could I but let him see | N |
| The hate of her consumin' me | N |
Edward George Dyson
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The One At Home poem by Edward George Dyson
Best Poems of Edward George Dyson