Wild Oats Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBC DDEE FFGGH IIJJK LLMMN OOPQR| I saw a fair youth with a brow broad and white | A |
| And an eye that was beaming with intellect's light | A |
| And his face seemed to glow with the wealth of his mind | B |
| And I said 'He will grace and ennoble mankind | B |
| He is Nature's own king ' | C |
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| We met yet again I saw the youth stand | D |
| With a bowl that was flowing and red in his hand | D |
| And he filled it again and again did he quaff | E |
| And his friends gathered round him and said with a laugh | E |
| 'He is sowing his oats ' | - |
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| Ah his eye was too bright and his cheek was too red | F |
| And I gazed on the youth with a feeling of dread | F |
| And again as he laughingly lifted the bowl | G |
| I turned from the scene with a shuddering soul | G |
| It was terrible seed | H |
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| We met but once more I found in the street | I |
| A corpse half enveloped in mud and in sleet | I |
| A foul bloated thing but I saw in the face | J |
| A something that told of its boyhood's grace | J |
| He had reaped the dire crop | K |
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| O youths who are sowing wild oats do you know | L |
| That the terrible seed you are planting will grow | L |
| Have you thought how your God will require some day | M |
| An account of the life you are throwing away | M |
| Have you thought O rash youth | N |
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| It will soon be too late there is no time to waste | O |
| Then throw down the cup do not touch do not taste | O |
| It is filled with destruction and sorrow and pain | P |
| Throw it down throw it down do not lift it again | Q |
| It will soon be too late | R |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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