Henry George. (melbourne.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNKOPQRS NSTUNVWXYS ZA2B2PC2KB2D2E2F2G2H 2I2J2G2F2BG2K2L2W

I came to buy a book It was a shopA
Down in a narrow quiet street and hereB
They kept I knew these socialistic booksC
I entered All was bare but clean and neatD
The shelves were ranged with unsold wares the counterE
Held a few sheets and papers Here and thereF
Hung prints and calendars I rapped and straightG
A young girl came out through the inner doorH
She had a clear and simple face I sawI
She had no beauty loveliness nor charmJ
But as your eyes met those grey light lit eyesK
Like to a mountain spring so pure you thoughtL
He'd be a clever man who looked and liedM
I asked her for the book We spoke a littleN
Her words were as her face was as her eyesK
Yes she'd read many books like this of mineO
Also some poets Shelley Byron tooP
And Tennyson but 'poets only dreamed 'Q
Thus then we talked until by chance I spokeR
A phrase and then a name 'Twas Henry GeorgeS
Her face lit up O it was beautifulN
Or never woman's face was Henry GeorgeS
She said And then a look a flush a smileT
Such as sprung up in Magdalene's cheekU
When some voice uttered Jesus made her angelN
She turned and pointed up the counter IV
Loosing mine eyes from that ensainted faceW
Looked also 'Twas a print a common printX
The head and shoulders of some man She saidY
Quite in a whisper That's him Henry GeorgeS
-
Darling that in this life of wrong and woeZ
The lovely woman soul within you broodedA2
And wept and loved and hated and pitiedB2
And knew not what its helplessness could doP
Its helplessness its sheer bewildermentC2
That then those eyes should fall those angel eyesK
On one who'd brooded wept loved hated pitiedB2
Even as you had but therefrom had sprungD2
A hope a plan a scheme to right this wrongE2
And make this woe less hateful to the sunF2
And that pure soul had found its Master thusG2
To listen to remember watch and loveH2
And trust the dawn that rose up through the darkI2
O this was goodJ2
For me to see as for some weary hopelessG2
Longer and toiler for the Kingdom of HeavenF2
To stand some lifeless twilight hour and hearB
There in the dim lit house of LazarusG2
Mary who said Thus thus he looked he spakeK2
The Master So to hear her rapturous wordsL2
And gaze upon her up raised heavenly faceW

Francis William Lauderdale Adams



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about Henry George. (melbourne.) poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams


 
Best Poems of Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 0 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets