A Visitor In The Camp Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCADEFGDHIJDEKBKLMJ D

To Mary RobinsonA
'WHAT are you lost you pretty little ladyB
This is no place for such sweet things as youC
Our bodies rank with sweat will make you sickenA
And you'll observe our lives are rank lives too 'D
'Oh no I am not lost Oh no I've come hereE
And I have brought my lute see in my handF
To see you and to sing of all you sufferG
To the great World and make it understand 'D
'Well say If one of those who'd robbed you thousandsH
Dropped you a sixpence in the gutter whereI
You lay and rotted would you call her angelJ
For all her charming smile and dainty air 'D
'Oh no I come not thus Oh no I've come hereE
With heart indignant pity like a flameK
To try and help you ' 'Pretty little ladyB
It will be best you go back whence you cameK
' Enthusiasms we have such little time forL
In our rude camp we drill the whole day longM
When we return from out the serried BattleJ
Come and we'll listen to your pretty song 'D

Francis William Lauderdale Adams



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