In The Crowd Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFCGCG HBIBCJCJ KLKLLMLM EBEBEFEF| How happy they are in all seeming | A |
| How gay or how smilingly proud | B |
| How brightly their faces are beaming | A |
| These people who make up the crowd | B |
| How they bow how they bend how they flutter | C |
| How they look at each other and smile | D |
| How they glow and what bon mots they utter | C |
| But a strange thought has found me the while | D |
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| It is odd but I stand here and fancy | E |
| These people who now play a part | F |
| All forced by some strange necromancy | E |
| To speak and to act from the heart | F |
| What a hush would come over the laughter | C |
| What a silence would fall on the mirth | G |
| And then what a wail would sweep after | C |
| As the night wind sweeps over the earth | G |
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| If the secrets held under and hidden | H |
| In the intricate hearts of the crowd | B |
| Were suddenly called to and bidden | I |
| To rise up and cry out aloud | B |
| How strange one would look to another | C |
| Old friends of long standing and years | J |
| Own brothers would not know each other | C |
| Robed new in their sorrows and fears | J |
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| From broadcloth and velvet and laces | K |
| Would echo the groans of despair | L |
| And there would be blanching of faces | K |
| And wringing of hands and of hair | L |
| That man with his record of honour | L |
| That lady down there with the rose | M |
| That girl with Spring's freshness upon her | L |
| Who knoweth the secrets of those | M |
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| Smile on O ye maskers smile sweetly | E |
| Step lightly bow low and laugh loud | B |
| Though the world is deceived and completely | E |
| I know ye O sad hearted crowd | B |
| I watch you with infinite pity | E |
| But play on play ever your part | F |
| Be gleeful be joyful be witty | E |
| 'Tis better than showing the heart | F |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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