The Forecast Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BBCCDEFGHHIIJJHHHHHH HKKH AA| It may be that I dreamed a dream it may be that I saw | A |
| The forecast of a time to come by some supernal law | A |
| - | |
| I seemed to dwell in this same world and in this modern time | B |
| Yet nowhere was there sight or sound of poverty or crime | B |
| All strife had ceased men were disarmed and quiet Peace had made | C |
| A thousand avenues for toil in place of War's grim trade | C |
| From east to west from north to south where highways smooth and | D |
| broad | E |
| Tied State to State the waste lands bloomed like garden spots of | F |
| God | G |
| There were no beggars in the streets there were no unemployed | H |
| For each man owned his plot of ground and laboured and enjoyed | H |
| Sweet children grew like garden flowers all strong and fair to see | I |
| And when I marvelled at the sight thus spake a Voice to me | I |
| 'All Motherhood is now an art the greatest art on earth | J |
| And nowhere is there known the crime of one unwelcome birth | J |
| From rights of parentage the sick and sinful are debarred | H |
| For Matron Science keeps our house and at the door stands guard | H |
| We know the cure for darkness lies in letting in the light | H |
| And Prisons are replaced by Schools where wrong views change to | H |
| right | H |
| The wisdom knowledge study thought once bent on beast and sod | H |
| We give now to the human race the highest work of God | H |
| And as the gardener chooses seed so we select with care | K |
| And as our Man Plant grows we give him soil and sun and air | K |
| There are no slums no need of alms all men are opulent | H |
| For Mother Earth belongs to them as was the First Intent ' | - |
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| It may be that I dreamed a dream it may be that I saw | A |
| The forecast of a time to come by some supernal law | A |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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