A Vine-arbour In The Far West. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B B A CDCE A FG H H IJIJ H K KL H MN H HOH K PC C K KQ| I | A |
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| Laura my Laura 'Yes mother ' 'I want you Laura come down ' | - |
| 'What is it mother what dearest O your loved face how it pales | B |
| You tremble alas and alas you heard bad news from the town ' | - |
| 'Only one short half hour to tell it My poor courage fails | B |
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| II | A |
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| Laura ' 'Where's Ronald O anything else but Ronald ' 'No no | C |
| Not Ronald if all beside my Laura disaster and tears | D |
| But you it is yours to send them away for you they will go | C |
| One short half hour and must it decide it must for the years | E |
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| III | A |
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| Laura you think of your father sometimes ' 'Sometimes ' 'Ah but how ' | - |
| 'I think that we need not think sweet mother the time is not yet | F |
| He is as the wraith of a wraith and a far off shadow now | G |
| But if you have heard he is dead ' 'Not that ' 'Then let me forget ' | - |
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| IV | H |
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| 'The sun is off the south window draw back the curtain my child ' | - |
| 'But tell it mother ' 'Answer you first what it is that you see ' | - |
| 'The lambs on the mountain slope and the crevice with blue ice piled ' | - |
| 'Nearer ' 'But mother ' 'Nearer ' 'My heifer she's lowing to me ' | - |
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| V | H |
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| 'Nearer ' 'Nothing sweet mother O yes for one sits in the bower | I |
| Black the clusters hang out from the vine about his snow white head | J |
| And the scarlet leaves where my Ronald leaned ' 'Only one half hour | I |
| Laura' 'O mother my mother dear all known though nothing said | J |
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| VI | H |
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| O it breaks my heart the face dejected that looks not on us | K |
| A beautiful face I remember now though long I forgot ' | - |
| 'Ay and I loved it I love him to day and to see him thus | K |
| Saying I go if she bids it for work her woe I will not | L |
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| VII | H |
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| There weep not wring not your hands but think think with your heart and soul ' | - |
| 'Was he innocent mother If he was I sure had been told | M |
| 'He said so ' 'Ah but they do ' 'And I hope and long was his dole | N |
| And all for the signing a name if indeed he signed for gold ' | - |
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| VIII | H |
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| 'To find us again in the far far West where hid we were free | H |
| But if he was innocent O my heart it is riven in two | O |
| If he goes how hard upon him or stays how harder on me | H |
| For O my Ronald my Ronald my dear my best what of you ' | - |
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| IX | K |
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| 'Peace think my Laura I say he will go there weep not so sore | P |
| And the time is come Ronald knows nothing your father will go | C |
| As the shadow fades from its place will he and be seen no more ' | - |
| 'There 'll be time to think to morrow and after but to day no | C |
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| X | K |
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| I'm going down the garden mother ' 'Laura ' 'I've dried my tears ' | - |
| 'O how will this end ' 'I know not the end I can but begin ' | - |
| 'But what will you say ' 'Not welcome father though long were those years | K |
| But I'll say to him O my poor father we wait you come in | Q |
Jean Ingelow
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