One Among So Many Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGGHIGGGJKLMNMM OPGMQMRSTHUVWDSXPKGY ZMGMGA2GGS

In a dark street she met and spoke to meA
Importuning one wet and mild March nightB
We walked and talked together O her taleC
Was very common thousands know it allD
'Seduced' a gentleman a baby comingE
Parents that railed London the child born deadF
A seamstress then one of some fifty girlsG
'Taken on' a few months at a dressmaker'sG
In the crush of the 'season' at ten shillings a weekH
The fashionable people's dresses doneI
And they flown off these fifty extra girlsG
Sent to the streets that is to work that givesG
Scarcely enough to buy the decent clothesG
Respectable employers all demandJ
Or speak dismissal Well well well we knowK
And she 'Why I have gone on down and downL
And there's the gutter look that I shall die in 'M
'My dear ' I say 'where hope of all but thatN
Is gone 'tis time I think life were gone too 'M
She looks at me 'That I should kill myself 'M
'That you should kill yourself ' 'That would be sinO
And God would punish me ' 'And will not GodP
Punish for this ' She pauses then whispersG
'No no He will forgive me for He knows 'M
I laughed aloud 'And you ' she said 'and youQ
Who are so good so noble' 'Noble Good 'M
I laughed aloud the great sob in my throatR
O my poor Darling O my little lost SheepS
Of this vast flock that perishes aloneT
Out in the pitiless desert Yet she'd speakH
She'd ask me she'd entreat she'd demonstrateU
O I must not say that I must believeV
Who made the sea the leaves so green the skyW
So big and blue and pure above it allD
O my poor Darling O my little lost SheepS
Entreat no more and demonstrate no moreX
For I believe there is a God a GodP
Not in the heaven the earth or the waters noK
But in the heart of Man on the dear lipsG
Of angel Women of heroic MenY
O hopeless Wanderer that would not stayZ
'It is too late I cannot rise again 'M
O Saint of faith in love behind the veilsG
'You must believe in God for you are good 'M
O Sister who made holy with your kissG
Your kiss in that wet dark mild night of MarchA2
There in the hideous infamous London streetsG
My cheek and made my soul a sacred placeG
my poor Darling O my little lost SheepS

Francis William Lauderdale Adams



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