From The Grave Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B A B C D C E F G F G A H A H A I A I J K J K L J L J F M F M A N A N| When the first sere leaves of the year were falling | A |
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| I heard with a heart that was strangely thrilled | B |
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| Out of the grave of a dead Past calling | A |
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| A voice I fancied forever stilled | B |
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| All through winter and spring and summer | C |
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| Silence hung over that grave like a pall | D |
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| But borne on the breath of the last sad comer | C |
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| I listen again to the old time call | E |
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| It is only a love of a by gone season | F |
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| A senseless folly that mocked at me | G |
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| A reckless passion that lacked all reason | F |
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| So I killed it and hid it where none could see | G |
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| I smothered it first to stop its crying | A |
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| Then stabbed it through with a good sharp blade | H |
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| And cold and pallid I saw it lying | A |
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| And deep ah' deep was the grave I made | H |
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| But now I know that there is no killing | A |
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| A thing like Love for it laughs at Death | I |
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| There is no hushing there is no stilling | A |
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| That which is part of your life and breath | I |
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| You may bury it deep and leave behind you | J |
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| The land the people that knew your slain | K |
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| It will push the sods from its grave and find you | J |
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| On wastes of water or desert plain | K |
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| You may hear but tongues of a foreign people | L |
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| You may list to sounds that are strange and new | J |
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| But clear as a silver bell in a steeple | L |
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| That voice from the grave shall call to you | J |
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| You may rouse your pride you may use your reason | F |
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| And seem for a space to slay Love so | M |
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| But all in its own good time and season | F |
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| It will rise and follow wherever you go | M |
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| You shall sit sometimes when the leaves are falling | A |
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| Alone with your heart as I sit to day | N |
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| And hear that voice from your dead Past calling | A |
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| Out of the graves that you hid away | N |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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