The Little White Hearse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAAB CDCCD EFEEF GHGGH IFIIF| Somebody's baby was buried to day | A |
| The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back | B |
| And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay | A |
| As I paused on the walk while it crossed on its way | A |
| And a shadow seemed drawn o'er the sun's golden track | B |
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| Somebody's baby was laid out to rest | C |
| White as a snowdrop and fair to behold | D |
| And the soft little hands were crossed over the breast | C |
| And those hands and the lips and the eyelids were pressed | C |
| With kisses as hot as the eyelids were cold | D |
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| Somebody saw it go out of her sight | E |
| Under the coffin lid out through the door | F |
| Somebody finds only darkness and blight | E |
| All through the glory of summer sun light | E |
| Somebody's baby will waken no more | F |
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| Somebody's sorrow is making me weep | G |
| I know not her name but I echo her cry | H |
| For the dearly bought baby she longed so to keep | G |
| The baby that rode to its long lasting sleep | G |
| In the little white hearse that went rumbling by | H |
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| I know not her name but her sorrow I know | I |
| While I paused on the crossing I lived it once more | F |
| And back to my heart surged that river of woe | I |
| That but in the breast of a mother can flow | I |
| For the little white hearse has been too at my door | F |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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