What Had He Done? Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCD EEF GBHBCC II J KBKBC LLBB MNMNC BBOO CAC MM PPQQ| I saw the farmer when the day was done | A |
| And the proud sun had sought his crimson bed | B |
| And the mild stars came forward one by one | A |
| I saw the sturdy farmer and I said | B |
| 'What have you done to day | C |
| O farmer say ' | D |
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| 'Oh I have sown the wheat in yonder field | E |
| And pruned my orchard to increase its yield | E |
| And turned the furrow for a patch of corn | F |
| This have I done with other things since morn ' | - |
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| I saw the blacksmith in his smithy door | G |
| When day had vanished and the west grew red | B |
| And all the busy noise and strife were o'er | H |
| I saw the kingly blacksmith and I said | B |
| 'What have you done to day | C |
| O blacksmith say | C |
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| 'Oh I have made two plough shares all complete | I |
| And nailed the shoes on many horses' feet | I |
| And O my friend I cannot tell you half ' | - |
| The man of muscle answered with a laugh | J |
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| I saw the miller when the day had gone | K |
| And all the sunlight from the hills had fled | B |
| And tender shadows crept across the lawn | K |
| I saw the trusty miller and I said | B |
| 'What have you done to day | C |
| O miller gray ' | - |
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| 'Oh I have watched my mill from morn to night | L |
| And never saw yon flour so snowy white | L |
| And many are the mouths to day I've fed | B |
| I ween ' the merry miller laughed and said | B |
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| I saw another when the night grew nigh | M |
| And turned each daily toiler from his task | N |
| When gold and crimson banners decked the sky | M |
| I saw another and I paused to ask | N |
| 'What have you done to day | C |
| Rumseller say ' | - |
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| But the rumseller turned with dropping head | B |
| And not a single word in answer said | B |
| What had he done His work he knew full well | O |
| Was plunging human souls in deepest hell | O |
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| Alas rumseller on that awful day | C |
| When death shall call you and your race is run | A |
| How can you answer What can you hope to say | C |
| When God shall ask you 'What have you done ' | - |
| How can you meet the eye | M |
| Of the Most High | M |
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| When night approaches and the day grows late | P |
| Think you to find the way to heaven's gate | P |
| Think you to dwell with souls of righteous men | Q |
| Think you to enter in If not what then | Q |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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