In The Room Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE BFBFGHGH IJIJ JKJK E LMLMNONO E PAPAJJJJ E QJQJRSRS E NJNJTJUJ E VJVJEJEJ E JEJEMJMJ E WJWJXYXY E JEJEJEJE E JEJE SCSC E ZKZKA2OA2O E B2JB2JMEME E JJJJEJEJ E EJEJIRIR E JEJEPC2PC2 E D2E2F2E2JJJJ E HCHCEEEE E YG2YG2EJEJ E JJJJ LH2LH2 E JEJEDEDE E NJNJEDED E JEJEJEJE E JJJJMJMJ E EJI2JEEEE'Ceste insignefable et tragicque comedie' RABELMS | A |
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I | - |
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The sun was down and twilight grey | B |
Filled half the air but in the room | C |
Whose curtain had been drawn all day | B |
The twilight was a dusky gloom | C |
Which seemed at first as still as death | D |
And void but was indeed all rife | E |
With subtle thrills the pulse and breath | D |
Of multitudinous lower life | E |
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II | - |
In their abrupt and headlong way | B |
Bewildered flies for light had dashed | F |
Against the curtain all the day | B |
And now slept wintrily abashed | F |
And nimble mice slept wearied out | G |
With such a double night's uproar | H |
But solid beetles crawled about | G |
The chilly hearth and naked floor | H |
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III | - |
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And so throughout the twilight hour | I |
That vaguely murmurous hush and rest | J |
There brooded and beneath its power | I |
Life throbbing held its throbs supprest | J |
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Until the thin voiced mirror sighed | J |
I am all blurred with dust and damp | K |
So long ago the clear day died | J |
So long has gleamed nor fire nor lamp | K |
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IV | E |
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Whereon the curtain murmured back | L |
Some change is on us good or ill | M |
Behind me and before is black | L |
As when those human things lie still | M |
But I have seen the darkness grow | N |
As grows the daylight every morn | O |
Have felt out there long shine and glow | N |
In here long chilly dusk forlorn | O |
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V | E |
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The cupboard grumbled with a groan | P |
Each new day worse starvation brings | A |
Since he came here I have not known | P |
Or sweets or cates or wholesome things | A |
But now a pinch of meal a crust | J |
Throughout the week is all I get | J |
It am so empty it is just | J |
As when they said we were to let | J |
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VI | E |
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What is become then of our Man | Q |
The petulant old glass exclaimed | J |
If all this time he slumber can | Q |
He really ought to be ashamed | J |
I wish we had our Girl again | R |
So gay and busy bright and fair | S |
The girls are better than these men | R |
Who only for their dull selves care | S |
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VII | E |
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It is so many hours ago | N |
The lamp and fire were both alight | J |
I saw him pacing to and fro | N |
Perturbing restlessly the night | J |
His face was pale to give one fear | T |
His eyes when lifted looked too bright | J |
He muttered what I could not hear | U |
Bad words though something was not right | J |
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VIII | E |
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The table said He wrote so long | V |
That I grew weary of his weight | J |
The pen kept up a cricket song | V |
It ran and ran at such a rate | J |
And in the longer pauses he | E |
With both his folded arms downpressed | J |
And stared as one who does not see | E |
Or sank his head upon his breast | J |
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IX | E |
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The fire grate said I am as cold | J |
As if I never had a blaze | E |
The few dead cinders here I hold | J |
I held unburned for days and days | E |
Last night he made them flare but still | M |
What good did all his writing do | J |
Among my ashes curl and thrill | M |
Thin ghosts of all those papers too | J |
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X | E |
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The table answered Not quite all | W |
He saved and folded up one sheet | J |
And sealed it fast and let it fall | W |
And here it lies now white and neat | J |
Whereon the letter's whisper came | X |
My writing is closed up too well | Y |
Outside there's not a single name | X |
And who should read me I can't tell | Y |
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XI | E |
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The mirror sneered with scornful spite | J |
That ancient crack which spoiled her looks | E |
Had marred her temper Write and write | J |
And read those stupid worn out books | E |
That's all he does read write and read | J |
And smoke that nasty pipe which stinks | E |
He never takes the slightest heed | J |
How any of us feels or thinks | E |
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XII | E |
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But Lucy fifty times a day | J |
Would come and smile here in my face | E |
Adjust a tress that curled astray | J |
Or tie a ribbon with more grace | E |
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She looked so young and fresh and fair | S |
She blushed with such a charming bloom | C |
It did one good to see her there | S |
And brightened all things in the room | C |
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XIII | E |
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She did not sit hours stark and dumb | Z |
As pale as moonshine by the lamp | K |
To lie in bed when day was come | Z |
And leave us curtained chill and damp | K |
She slept away the dreary dark | A2 |
And rose to greet the pleasant morn | O |
And sang as gaily as a lark | A2 |
While busy as the flies sun born | O |
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XIV | E |
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And how she loved us every one | B2 |
And dusted this and mended that | J |
With trills and laughs and freaks of fun | B2 |
And tender scoldings in her chat | J |
And then her bird that sang as shrill | M |
As she sang sweet her darling flowers | E |
That grew there in the window sill | M |
Where she would sit at work for hours | E |
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XV | E |
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It was not much she ever wrote | J |
Her fingers had good work to do | J |
Say once a week a pretty note | J |
And very long it took her too | J |
And little more she read I wis | E |
Just now and then a pictured sheet | J |
Besides those letters she would kiss | E |
And croon for hours they were so sweet | J |
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XVI | E |
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She had her friends too blithe young girls | E |
Who whispered babbled laughed caressed | J |
And romped and danced with dancing curls | E |
And gave our life a joyous zest | J |
But with this dullard glum and sour | I |
Not one of all his fellow men | R |
Has ever passed a social hour | I |
We might be in some wild beast's den | R |
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XVII | E |
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This long tirade aroused the bed | J |
Who spoke in deep and ponderous bass | E |
Befitting that calm life he led | J |
As if firm rooted in his place | E |
In broad majestic bulk alone | P |
As in thrice venerable age | C2 |
He stood at once the royal throne | P |
The monarch the experienced sage | C2 |
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XVIII | E |
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I know what is and what has been | D2 |
Not anything to me comes strange | E2 |
Who in so many years have seen | F2 |
And lived through every kind of change | E2 |
I know when men are good or bad | J |
When well or ill he slowly said | J |
When sad or glad when sane or mad | J |
And when they sleep alive or dead | J |
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XIX | E |
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At this last word of solemn lore | H |
A tremor circled through the gloom | C |
As if a crash upon the floor | H |
Had jarred and shaken all the room | C |
For nearly all the listening things | E |
Were old and wom and knew what curse | E |
Of violent change death often brings | E |
From good to bad from bad to worse | E |
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XX | E |
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They get to know each other well | Y |
To feel at home and settled down | G2 |
Death bursts among them like a shell | Y |
And strews them over all the town | G2 |
The bed went on This man who lies | E |
Upon me now is stark and cold | J |
He will not any more arise | E |
And do the things he did of old | J |
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XXI | E |
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But we shall have short peace or rest | J |
For soon up here will come a rout | J |
And nail him in a queer long chest | J |
And carry him like luggage out | J |
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They will be muffled all in black | L |
And whisper much and sigh and weep | H2 |
But he will never more come back | L |
And some one else in me must sleep | H2 |
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XXII | E |
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Thereon a little phial shrilled | J |
Here empty on the chair I lie | E |
I heard one say as I was filled | J |
With half of this a man would die | E |
The man there drank me with slow breath | D |
And murmured Thus ends barren strife | E |
sweeter thou cold wine of death | D |
Than ever sweet warm wine of life | E |
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XXIII | E |
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One of my cousins long ago | N |
A little thing the mirror said | J |
Was carried to a couch to show | N |
Whether a man was really dead | J |
Two great improvements marked the case | E |
He did not blur her with his breath | D |
His many wrinkled twitching face | E |
Was smooth old ivory verdict Death | D |
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XXIV | E |
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It lay the lowest thing there lulled | J |
Sweet sleep like in corruption's truce | E |
The form whose purpose was annulled | J |
While all the other shapes meant use | E |
It lay the he become now it | J |
Unconscious of the deep disgrace | E |
Unanxious how its parts might flit | J |
Through what new forms in time and space | E |
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XXV | E |
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It lay and preached as dumb things do | J |
More powerfully than tongues can prate | J |
Though life be torture through and through | J |
Man is but weak to plain of fate | J |
The drear path crawls on drearier still | M |
To wounded feet and hopeless breast | J |
Well he can lie down when he will | M |
And straight all ends in endless rest | J |
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XXVI | E |
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And while the black night nothing saw | E |
And till the cold morn came at last | J |
That old bed held the room in awe | I2 |
With tales of its experience vast | J |
It thrilled the gloom it told such tales | E |
Of human sorrows and delights | E |
Of fever moans and infant wails | E |
Of births and deaths and bridal nights | E |
James Thomson
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