The Ancient Beautiful Things Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEF GHI GJKAILM NOP QRSTUEVWXYZ EA2B2C2ID2E2F2G2EH2I 2G2J2K2L2M2 IN2EUO2P2Q2R2US2M2T2 N2UM2 NSU2B2V2AW2X2Y2Z2HIA 3B3 RSEVC3D3E3D2N2G2F3G3 X2H3I3L I3N KJ3EK3LXL3| I am all alone in the room | A |
| The evening stretches before me | B |
| Like a road all delicate gloom | A |
| Till it reaches the midnight's gate | C |
| And I hear his step on the path | D |
| And his questioning whistle low | E |
| At the door as I hurry to meet him | F |
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| He will ask Are the doors all locked | G |
| Is the fire made safe on the hearth | H |
| And she is she sound asleep | I |
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| I shall say Yes the doors are locked | G |
| And the ashes are white as the frost | J |
| Only a few red eyes | K |
| To stare at the empty room | A |
| And she is all sound asleep | I |
| Up there where the silence sings | L |
| And the curtains stir in the cold | M |
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| He will ask And what did you do | N |
| While I have been gone so long | O |
| So long Four hours or five | P |
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| I shall say There was nothing I did | Q |
| I mended that sleeve of your coat | R |
| And I made her a little white hood | S |
| Of the furry pieces I found | T |
| Up in the garret to day | U |
| She shall wear it to play in the snow | E |
| Like a little white bear and shall laugh | V |
| And tumble and crystals of stars | W |
| Shall shine on her cheeks and hair | X |
| It was nothing I did I thought | Y |
| You would never come home again | Z |
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| Then he will laugh out low | E |
| Being fond of my folly perhaps | A2 |
| And softly and hand in hand | B2 |
| We shall creep upstairs in the dusk | C2 |
| To look at her lying asleep | I |
| Our little gold bird in her nest | D2 |
| The wonderful bird who flew in | E2 |
| At the window our Life flung wide | F2 |
| How should we have chosen her | G2 |
| Had we seen them all in a row | E |
| The unborn vague little souls | H2 |
| All wings and tremulous hands | I2 |
| How should we have chosen her | G2 |
| Made like a star to shine | J2 |
| Made like a bird to fly | K2 |
| Out of a drop of our blood | L2 |
| And earth and fire and God | M2 |
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| Then we shall go to sleep | I |
| Glad | N2 |
| O God did you know | E |
| When you moulded men out of clay | U |
| Urging them up and up | O2 |
| Through the endless circles of change | P2 |
| Travail and turmoil and death | Q2 |
| Many would curse you down | R2 |
| Many would live all gray | U |
| With their faces flat like a mask | S2 |
| But there would be some O God | M2 |
| Crying to you each night | T2 |
| I am so glad so glad | N2 |
| I am so rich and gay | U |
| How shall I thank you God | M2 |
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| Was that one thing you knew | N |
| When you smiled and found it was good | S |
| The curious teeming earth | U2 |
| That grew like a child at your hand | B2 |
| Ah you might smile for that | V2 |
| I am all alone in the room | A |
| The books and the pictures peer | W2 |
| Dumb old friends from the dark | X2 |
| The wind goes high on the hills | Y2 |
| And my fire leaps out being proud | Z2 |
| The terrier down on the hearth | H |
| Twitches and barks in his sleep | I |
| Soft little foolish barks | A3 |
| More like a dream than a dog | B3 |
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| I will mend the sleeve of that coat | R |
| All ragged and make her the hood | S |
| Furry and white for the snow | E |
| She shall tumble and laugh | V |
| Oh I think | C3 |
| Though a thousand rivers of grief | D3 |
| Flood over my head though a hill | E3 |
| Of horror lie on my breast | D2 |
| Something will sing Be glad | N2 |
| You have had all your heart's desire | G2 |
| The unknown things that you asked | F3 |
| When you lay awake in the nights | G3 |
| Alone and searching the dark | X2 |
| For the secret wonder of life | H3 |
| You have had them can you forget | I3 |
| The ancient beautiful things | L |
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| How long he is gone And yet | I3 |
| It is only an hour or two | N |
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| Oh I am so happy My eyes | K |
| Are troubled with tears | J3 |
| Did you know | E |
| O God they would be like this | K3 |
| Your ancient beautiful things | L |
| Are there more Are there more out there | X |
| O God are there always more | L3 |
Fannie Stearns Davis
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