In The Room Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Ceste insignefable et tragicque comedie' RABELMSA
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The sun was down and twilight greyB
Filled half the air but in the roomC
Whose curtain had been drawn all dayB
The twilight was a dusky gloomC
Which seemed at first as still as deathD
And void but was indeed all rifeE
With subtle thrills the pulse and breathD
Of multitudinous lower lifeE
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In their abrupt and headlong wayB
Bewildered flies for light had dashedF
Against the curtain all the dayB
And now slept wintrily abashedF
And nimble mice slept wearied outG
With such a double night's uproarH
But solid beetles crawled aboutG
The chilly hearth and naked floorH
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And so throughout the twilight hourI
That vaguely murmurous hush and restJ
There brooded and beneath its powerI
Life throbbing held its throbs supprestJ
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Until the thin voiced mirror sighedJ
I am all blurred with dust and dampK
So long ago the clear day diedJ
So long has gleamed nor fire nor lampK
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Whereon the curtain murmured backL
Some change is on us good or illM
Behind me and before is blackL
As when those human things lie stillM
But I have seen the darkness growN
As grows the daylight every mornO
Have felt out there long shine and glowN
In here long chilly dusk forlornO
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The cupboard grumbled with a groanP
Each new day worse starvation bringsA
Since he came here I have not knownP
Or sweets or cates or wholesome thingsA
But now a pinch of meal a crustJ
Throughout the week is all I getJ
It am so empty it is justJ
As when they said we were to letJ
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VIE
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What is become then of our ManQ
The petulant old glass exclaimedJ
If all this time he slumber canQ
He really ought to be ashamedJ
I wish we had our Girl againR
So gay and busy bright and fairS
The girls are better than these menR
Who only for their dull selves careS
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VIIE
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It is so many hours agoN
The lamp and fire were both alightJ
I saw him pacing to and froN
Perturbing restlessly the nightJ
His face was pale to give one fearT
His eyes when lifted looked too brightJ
He muttered what I could not hearU
Bad words though something was not rightJ
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VIIIE
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The table said He wrote so longV
That I grew weary of his weightJ
The pen kept up a cricket songV
It ran and ran at such a rateJ
And in the longer pauses heE
With both his folded arms downpressedJ
And stared as one who does not seeE
Or sank his head upon his breastJ
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The fire grate said I am as coldJ
As if I never had a blazeE
The few dead cinders here I holdJ
I held unburned for days and daysE
Last night he made them flare but stillM
What good did all his writing doJ
Among my ashes curl and thrillM
Thin ghosts of all those papers tooJ
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XE
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The table answered Not quite allW
He saved and folded up one sheetJ
And sealed it fast and let it fallW
And here it lies now white and neatJ
Whereon the letter's whisper cameX
My writing is closed up too wellY
Outside there's not a single nameX
And who should read me I can't tellY
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XIE
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The mirror sneered with scornful spiteJ
That ancient crack which spoiled her looksE
Had marred her temper Write and writeJ
And read those stupid worn out booksE
That's all he does read write and readJ
And smoke that nasty pipe which stinksE
He never takes the slightest heedJ
How any of us feels or thinksE
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But Lucy fifty times a dayJ
Would come and smile here in my faceE
Adjust a tress that curled astrayJ
Or tie a ribbon with more graceE
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She looked so young and fresh and fairS
She blushed with such a charming bloomC
It did one good to see her thereS
And brightened all things in the roomC
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XIIIE
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She did not sit hours stark and dumbZ
As pale as moonshine by the lampK
To lie in bed when day was comeZ
And leave us curtained chill and dampK
She slept away the dreary darkA2
And rose to greet the pleasant mornO
And sang as gaily as a larkA2
While busy as the flies sun bornO
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XIVE
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And how she loved us every oneB2
And dusted this and mended thatJ
With trills and laughs and freaks of funB2
And tender scoldings in her chatJ
And then her bird that sang as shrillM
As she sang sweet her darling flowersE
That grew there in the window sillM
Where she would sit at work for hoursE
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It was not much she ever wroteJ
Her fingers had good work to doJ
Say once a week a pretty noteJ
And very long it took her tooJ
And little more she read I wisE
Just now and then a pictured sheetJ
Besides those letters she would kissE
And croon for hours they were so sweetJ
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She had her friends too blithe young girlsE
Who whispered babbled laughed caressedJ
And romped and danced with dancing curlsE
And gave our life a joyous zestJ
But with this dullard glum and sourI
Not one of all his fellow menR
Has ever passed a social hourI
We might be in some wild beast's denR
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XVIIE
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This long tirade aroused the bedJ
Who spoke in deep and ponderous bassE
Befitting that calm life he ledJ
As if firm rooted in his placeE
In broad majestic bulk aloneP
As in thrice venerable ageC2
He stood at once the royal throneP
The monarch the experienced sageC2
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XVIIIE
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I know what is and what has beenD2
Not anything to me comes strangeE2
Who in so many years have seenF2
And lived through every kind of changeE2
I know when men are good or badJ
When well or ill he slowly saidJ
When sad or glad when sane or madJ
And when they sleep alive or deadJ
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At this last word of solemn loreH
A tremor circled through the gloomC
As if a crash upon the floorH
Had jarred and shaken all the roomC
For nearly all the listening thingsE
Were old and wom and knew what curseE
Of violent change death often bringsE
From good to bad from bad to worseE
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They get to know each other wellY
To feel at home and settled downG2
Death bursts among them like a shellY
And strews them over all the townG2
The bed went on This man who liesE
Upon me now is stark and coldJ
He will not any more ariseE
And do the things he did of oldJ
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XXIE
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But we shall have short peace or restJ
For soon up here will come a routJ
And nail him in a queer long chestJ
And carry him like luggage outJ
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They will be muffled all in blackL
And whisper much and sigh and weepH2
But he will never more come backL
And some one else in me must sleepH2
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XXIIE
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Thereon a little phial shrilledJ
Here empty on the chair I lieE
I heard one say as I was filledJ
With half of this a man would dieE
The man there drank me with slow breathD
And murmured Thus ends barren strifeE
sweeter thou cold wine of deathD
Than ever sweet warm wine of lifeE
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XXIIIE
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One of my cousins long agoN
A little thing the mirror saidJ
Was carried to a couch to showN
Whether a man was really deadJ
Two great improvements marked the caseE
He did not blur her with his breathD
His many wrinkled twitching faceE
Was smooth old ivory verdict DeathD
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It lay the lowest thing there lulledJ
Sweet sleep like in corruption's truceE
The form whose purpose was annulledJ
While all the other shapes meant useE
It lay the he become now itJ
Unconscious of the deep disgraceE
Unanxious how its parts might flitJ
Through what new forms in time and spaceE
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It lay and preached as dumb things doJ
More powerfully than tongues can prateJ
Though life be torture through and throughJ
Man is but weak to plain of fateJ
The drear path crawls on drearier stillM
To wounded feet and hopeless breastJ
Well he can lie down when he willM
And straight all ends in endless restJ
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And while the black night nothing sawE
And till the cold morn came at lastJ
That old bed held the room in aweI2
With tales of its experience vastJ
It thrilled the gloom it told such talesE
Of human sorrows and delightsE
Of fever moans and infant wailsE
Of births and deaths and bridal nightsE

James Thomson



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