War Mothers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AA BBCCAADDEDEFFGGHHIIA AJJ KKK LMMLNNONPP Q P RSSRTTU Q A VVVWXSSYZA2A2 B2B2B2C2D2ZE2E2Z F2F2

There is something in the sound of drum and fifeA
That stirs all the savage instincts into lifeA
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In the old times of peace we went our waysB
Through proper daysB
Of little joys and tasks Lonely at timesC
When from the steeple sounded wedding chimesC
Telling to all the world some maid was wifeA
But taking patiently our part in lifeA
As it was portioned us by Church and StateD
Believing it our fateD
Our thoughts all chasteE
Held yet a secret wish to love and mateD
Ere youth and virtue should go quite to wasteE
But men we criticised for lack of strengthF
And kept them at arm's lengthF
Then the war cameG
The world was all aflameG
The men we had thought dull and void of powerH
Were heroes in an hourH
He who had seemed a slave to petty greedI
Showed masterful in that great time of needI
He who had plotted for his neighbour's pelfA
Now for his fellows offers up himselfA
And we were only women forced by warJ
To sacrifice the things worth living forJ
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Something within us brokeK
Something within us wokeK
The wild cave woman spokeK
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When we heard the sound of drummingL
As our soldiers went to campM
Heard them tramp tramp trampM
As we watched to see them comingL
And they looked at us and smiledN
Yes looked back at us and smiledN
As they filed along by hillock and by hollowO
Then our hearts were so beguiledN
That for many and many a dayP
We dreamed we heard them sayP
'Oh follow follow follow '-
And the distant rolling drumQ
Called us 'Come come come '-
Till our virtue seemed a thing to give awayP
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War had swept ten thousand years away from earthR
We were primal once againS
There were males not modern menS
We were females meant to bring their sons to birthR
And we could not wait for any formal riteT
We could hear them calling to us 'Come to nightT
For to morrow at the dawnU
We move on '-
And the drumQ
Bellowed 'Come come come '-
And the fifeA
Whistled 'Life life life '-
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So they moved on and fought and bled and diedV
Honoured and mourned they are the nation's prideV
We fought our battles too but with the tideV
Of our red blood we gave the world new livesW
Because we were not wivesX
We are dishonoured Is it noble thenS
To break God's laws only by killing menS
To save one's country from destructionY
We took no man's life but gave our chastityZ
And sinned the ancient sinA2
To plant young trees and fill felled forests inA2
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Oh clergy of the landB2
Bible in handB2
All reverently you standB2
On holy thoughts intentC2
While barren wives receive the sacramentD2
Had you the open visions you could seeZ
Phantoms of infants murdered in the wombE2
Who never knew a cradle or a tombE2
Hovering about these wives accusinglyZ
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Bestow the sacrament Their sins are not well knownF2
Ours to the four winds of the earth are blownF2

Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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