A Mother's Wail Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCCC DEDEFFFF GHGHIIII JKJKLLLL FMFMNNNN OPOPQQQQThe sweet young Spring walks over the earth | A |
It flushes and glows on moor and lea | B |
The birds are singing in careless mirth | A |
The brook flows cheerily on to the sea | B |
And I know that the flowers are blooming now | C |
Over my beautiful darling's brow | C |
Blooming and blowing in perfume now | C |
Over my poor lost darling's brow | C |
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The breath of the passionate Summer turns | D |
The green of the hills to a deeper dye | E |
The wind from the south land blows and burns | D |
The sun grows red in the brazen sky | E |
And I know that the long dank grasses wave | F |
Over my beautiful darling's grave | F |
Rise and fall and lift and wave | F |
Over my darling's narrow grave | F |
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The days flow on and the summer dies | G |
And glorious Autumn takes the crown | H |
And toward the south the robin flies | G |
And the green of the hills grows dull and brown | H |
And the leaves all purple and gold and red | I |
Drift over my precious darling's bed | I |
Drift and flutter all gold and red | I |
Over my darling's lowly bed | I |
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The Winter comes with its chilling snows | J |
And wraps the world in a spotless shroud | K |
And cold from the north the wild wind blows | J |
And the tempest rages fierce and loud | K |
It shrieks and sobs and sighs and weeps | L |
Over the mound where my darling sleeps | L |
In pity it sobs and sighs and weeps | L |
Over the mound where my lost one sleeps | L |
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He was so young and fair and brave | F |
The pride of my bosom my heart's best joy | M |
And he lieth now in a drunkard's grave | F |
My beautiful darling my only boy | M |
But down in my heart of hearts I know | N |
He has gone where his tempters never can go | N |
To heaven his soul has gone I know | N |
Where the soul of his tempters never can go | N |
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They charmed him into their licensed hell | O |
They gave him rum and his eye grew wild | P |
And lower and lower down he fell | O |
Till they made a fiend of my precious child | P |
May the curses of God fall on the soul | Q |
Who gave my darling the poison bowl | Q |
Ay curses dark and deep on the soul | Q |
Who tempted my darling to lift the bowl | Q |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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