In The Churchyard At Cambridge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DDBDDE FFGHHG IIBJJB

In the village churchyard she liesA
Dust is in her beautiful eyesA
No more she breathes nor feels nor stirsB
At her feet and at her headC
Lies a slave to attend the deadC
But their dust is white as hersB
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Was she a lady of high degreeD
So much in love with the vanityD
And foolish pomp of this world of oursB
Or was it Christian charityD
And lowliness and humilityD
The richest and rarest of all dowersE
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Who shall tell us No one speaksF
No color shoots into those cheeksF
Either of anger or of prideG
At the rude question we have askedH
Nor will the mystery be unmaskedH
By those who are sleeping at her sideG
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Hereafter And do you think to lookI
On the terrible pages of that BookI
To find her failings faults and errorsB
Ah you will then have other caresJ
In your own short comings and despairsJ
In your own secret sins and terrorsB

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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