Workworn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEBBFFGGHHII JJKKLLMMNNOOPPQQ

Across the street an humble woman livesA
To her 'tis little fortune ever givesA
Denied the wines of life it puzzles meB
To know how she can laugh so cheerilyC
This morn I listened to her softly singD
And marvelling what this effect could bringD
I looked 'twas but the presence of a childE
Who passed her gate and looking in had smiledE
But self encrusted I had failed to seeB
The child had also looked and laughed to meB
My lowly neighbour thought the smile God sentF
And singing through the toilsome hours she wentF
O weary singer I have learned the wrongG
Of taking gifts and giving naught of songG
I thought my blessings scant my mercies fewH
Till I contrasted them with yours and youH
To day I counted much yet wished it moreI
While but a child's bright smile was all your storeI
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If I had thought of all the stormy daysJ
That fill some lives that tread less favoured waysJ
How little sunshine through their shadows gleamedK
My own dull life had much the brighter seemedK
If I had thought of all the eyes that weepL
Through desolation and still smiling keepL
That see so little pleasure so much woeM
My own had laughed more often long agoM
If I had thought how leaden was the weightN
Adversity lays at my kinsman's gateN
Of that great cross my next door neighbour bearsO
My thanks had been more frequent in my prayersO
If I had watched the woman o'er the wayP
Workworn and old who labours day by dayP
Who has no rest no joy to call her ownQ
My tasks my heart had much the lighter grownQ

Emily Pauline Johnson



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