Conversation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGHGHII JKJKLL MNMNOO PQPRSS TUTUVW NXNXYY ZA2B2C2MM D2BE2F2MG2H2

We were a baker's dozen in the house six women and six menA
Besides myself and all of us had knownB
Those benefits supposed to come from school and church and brush and penA
And opportunities of being thrownB
In contact with the cultured and the gifted people of the dayC
Being the thirteenth one among six pairsD
I deemed it wise to keep apart and let the others have their sayC
And from my vantage place upon the stairsD
Or in a corner where I seemed to read I listened for some wordE
That would make life seem sweeter or cast lightF
Upon the goal toward which all footsteps wend and this was what I heardE
Throughout each day and half of every nightF
The men talked business politics and tradeG
They told of safe investments and great chancesH
For speculation One man who had madeG
Pleasure his art described the newest dancesH
And dwelt upon each chasse glide and whirlI
As lovers dwell upon the charms of some fair girlI
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They talked of war and tried to find its causeJ
And quite deplored the fact that wars must comeK
But since this desperate condition wasJ
They carefully computed what the sumK
Of profit might be to a land of peaceL
And wondered if times would be harder should war ceaseL
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They spoke of games and sports told many a storyM
That made the listeners laugh then back from theseN
Always they harked to money or the goryM
And savage drama playing overseasN
Then there were tales from club and smoking roomO
The submarines of gossip bringing some name doomO
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The women talked of fashions and of playsP
But more of players and their private livesQ
Related tittle tattle of their words and waysP
Their lightning change of husbands and of wivesR
And there was chat of garments and their priceS
Of operas and balls and all that gives life spiceS
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Some talk there was of music pictures booksT
But of musicians painters authors moreU
The way they lived their methods and their looksT
The colour of their eyes the clothes they woreU
And whether it was true as had been statedV
That gifted people were quite sure to be mis matedW
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They talked of servants menus and diseaseN
And operations Each one came in lineX
With some astounding tale to tell of theseN
And of her surgeon's skill which seemed divineX
But of that vast Domain where live our deadY
And where we all are hurrying no word was saidY
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When we know that goal awaits each one of us a little farther onZ
When we know how an ever increasing company of friends is gathered thereA2
Why do we not speak of it in our daily conversationB2
Why do we not familiarise our minds with thoughts of worlds unseenC2
There are many beautiful things to be learned of that countryM
There are sacred books of great travellers whose souls have cried 'Hail across the border'M
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There are truths which have been learned in visions and by revelationsD2
All the revelations were not given to St John aloneB
All the wise men of the world did not die two thousand years agoE2
Why do we not talk of these eternal truthsF2
Instead of wasting all our words on the evanesent the everM
changing the trivial and the unimportantG2
There is but one important theme and that is Life ImmortalH2

Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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