The House Of Youth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCAB DEFDE GBHGB IJBKJ LMNLM OPQOP BRSBR BBSBB IBTIB UVBUV WMXWM IYWKY

The rough north winds have left their icy cavesA
To growl and grope for preyB
Upon the murky seaC
The lonely sea gull skims the sullen wavesA
All the gray winter dayB
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The mottled sand bird runneth up and downD
Amongst the creaking sedgeE
Along the crusted beachF
The time stained houses of the sea walled townD
Seem tottering on its edgeE
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An ancient dwelling in this ancient placeG
Stands in a garden drearB
A wreck with other wrecksH
The Past is there but no one sees a faceG
Within from year to yearB
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The wiry rose trees scratch the window paneI
The window rattles loudJ
The wind beats at the doorB
But never gets an answer back againK
The silence is so proudJ
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The last that lived there was an evil manL
A child the last that diedM
Upon the mother's breastN
It seemed to die by some mysterious banL
Its grave is by the sideM
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Of an old tree whose notched and scanty leavesO
Repeat the tale of woeP
And quiver day and nightQ
Till the snow cometh and a cold shroud weavesO
Whiter than that belowP
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This time of year a woman wanders thereB
They say from distant landsR
She wears a foreign dressS
With jewels on her breast and her fair hairB
In braided coils and bandsR
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The ancient dwelling and the garden drearB
At night know something moreB
Without her foreign dressS
Or blazing gems this woman stealeth nearB
The threshold of the doorB
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The shadow strikes against the window paneI
She thrusts the thorns awayB
Her eyes peer through the glassT
And down the glass her great tears drip like rainI
In the gray winter dayB
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The moon shines down the dismal garden trackU
And lights the little moundV
But when she ventures thereB
The black and threatening branches wave her backU
And guard the ghostly groundV
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What is the story of this buried PastW
Were all its doors flung wideM
For us to search its roomsX
And we to see the race from first to lastW
And how they lived and diedM
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Still would it baffle and perplex the brainI
But show this bitter truthY
Man lives not in the pastW
None but a woman ever comes againK
Back to the House of YouthY

Elizabeth Stoddard



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