Worn Out Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IAJA KLKL

I saw a young heart in the grasp of painA
With bruised breast and broken bleeding wingB
Shipwrecked on hopeless love's tempestuous mainA
Lay the poor tortured thingB
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It pulsed with all the anguish of despairC
It ached with all a fond heart's awful powerD
Yet I who stood unhurt above it thereC
Envied its lot that hourD
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I who have wasted all the sacred deepE
Emotions of my soul in spendthrift fashionF
Until no sorrow now can make me weepE
No joy stir me with passionF
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I who have scattered here and there the goldG
Of my heart's store until I spent the wholeH
Yet unto each so little gave to holdG
That I enriched no soulH
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I who have sold the birthright of sweet tearsI
And no more feel a thrill in pulse or brainA
Would gladly have exchanged my tasteless yearsJ
For one salt hour of painA
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Weep on ye mourners Glory in the crossK
Of some great grief Thank God you do not knowL
The greater grief that comes but with the lossK
Of power to suffer woeL

Ella Wheeler Wilcox



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