Rosy Jane. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The eve put on her sweetest shroudA
The summer dress she's often inB
Freck'd with white and purple cloudA
Dappled like a leopard's skinB
The martin by the cotter's shedC
Had welcom'd eve with twittering songD
The blackbird sang the sun to bedC
Old Oxey's briery dells amongE
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When o'er the field tript rosy JaneF
Fair as the flowers she treaded onG
But she was gloomy for her swainF
Who long to fight the French had goneH
She milk'd and sang her mournful songD
As how an absent maid did moanI
Who for a soldier sorrowed longD
That went and left her like her ownI
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Though dreadful drums had ceas'd their noiseJ
And peace proclaim'd returning JoeK
Delays so lingering dampt her joysJ
And expectation nettled woeK
Hope mix'd with fear and doubts the whileL
Look'd for his coming every hourM
As one when spring begins to smileL
Awaits the early opening flowerM
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With doubtful eyes we view the budN
Though sweet the sun smiles on it thenO
A blighting storm may tear the woodP
And blast our promises againO
With soldiers danger's always nearQ
Poor Jane had deepest cause to sighR
To day peace smiles with little fearQ
The next war bursts and Joe may dieR
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Each morn from window of her cotS
Adown the road she strain'd her eyeR
Each eve she wander'd to the spotS
Where Joe had bid his last Good byeR
Where love had breath'd its last last vowT
Where each their keep sake trifles gaveU
His prov'd love warm'd her bosom nowT
This will I carry to my graveU
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So said he looking on the boxV
With poesy on the lid bespreadS
So said he while the curling locksV
Her own hand sever'd from her headS
While she wip'd off the tear drops freeW
With 'kerchief marked with his nameX
And vow'd his ribbon then should beW
Her Sunday head dress till he cameX
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Thus Jenny's heart was drooping sadS
Her hopes and fears were then at strifeY
Lest false should prove her soldier ladS
And home return with foreign wifeY
Yet the last oath her love had ta'enO
Would hearten up her soul awhileL
'Should war return me safe to JaneF
No maid on earth shall me beguileL
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Thus Jane sat milking full of thoughtS
As doubtful how the case might proveZ
'Luck comes unlook'd for and unsought '-
So gossips say of wealth and loveA2
How true their wisdom turneth outS
How oft fulfill'd we little knowK
But Jane proves once without a doubtS
What dames oft told to soothe her woeK
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Old Joe the woodman with his kidS
Went home as warn'd the setting sunB2
And stand and rest he often didS
To talk with Jane about his sonB2
True to his sunset clock he keptS
His Goody and his cot to findS
When strange to say with strutting stepC2
To night a soldier skipt behindS
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His jacket shone so red so gayD2
His feather o'er his cap did hingE2
And in the fine genteelly wayD2
He'd learn'd his ribbon'd cane to swingE2
Unus'd to see the flashing sightS
The startled thrush broke off her strainF
The sheep forgot their grass to biteS
And stared up at the passing swainF
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Jane's 'skewing cow was struck with fearQ
And kick'd the milkpail on the groundS
Which made her shed another tearF2
To think she nought but sorrow foundS
But woodman Joe revers'd the planG2
And bawl'd My wench ne'er mind your fallH2
Dry up your tears I bring the manG2
Shall hide your loss and pay for allH2
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Ah sure enough 'twas him she wistS
She 'member'd well the face of JoeK
And almost swooned while he kiss'dS
So sudden pleasure banish'd woeK
My Jane he cried thy tears dry upI2
His heart with love was beating warmJ2
He took the empty milkpail upI2
And led her homeward on his armK2
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Old Joe stumpt 'hind them on the roadS
Heart lighten'd from war breeding woesL2
And when the son begg'd take his loadS
He said the sticks would spoil his clothesM2
Since he so happy went from toilN2
'Twas many a long and weary dayD2
And stumping on would often smileL
To think what dame at home would sayD2
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The swain was busied all the wayD2
To tell his Jane of all he'd seenO2
And talk about the parting dayD2
When last they met upon the greenO2
And show the 'bacco box the whileL
And to the parting vow referM
And hint when absent many a mileL
How such things made him think of herM
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And still her lock of hair he'd gotS
And near his heart the prize possess'dS
But Jenny's wonder knew it notS
Weav'd in a brooch upon his breastS
His wisdom fill'd her with surpriseP2
Since he had left his ploughs and cartsQ2
She thought than home bred louts how wiseP2
The people were in foreign partsQ2
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Ere half way home Joe had her ledS
With eager speed each passing swainF
The news around the village spreadS
Jane's sweetheart Joe's return'd againO
Old Goody stopt her wheel and smil'dS
And sought her cloke 'tween joy and painF
And took her stick to meet her childS
She little hoped to see againO
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Ah come and gone were many yearsR2
Since Joe with soldiers took his quartS
And laugh'd to scorn his mother's tearsS2
That thorny thought still prick'd his heartS
Poor tottering soul her head was greyD2
And grief and age had wrink'd her browT
So alter'd since his parting dayD2
He hardly knew his mother nowT
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But tear drops ready stood to startS
At whispering nature's warm commandS
O here's my mother leapt his heartS
He instant grasp'd her trembling handS
O'ercome with joy My boy she saidS
And on his propping arm reclin'dS
Death now may come without a dreadS
I've found the all I wish'd to findS
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That night around the cottage hearthT2
Did meet the friends of maid and swainF
And every heart was fill'd with mirthU2
And blest I ween were Joe and JaneF
Though Joe's old folks did lowly proveZ
And Jane's could boast cows ploughs and cartsQ2
They said they'd ne'er control her loveA2
But wish'd them joy with all their heartsQ2
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Joe told the wonder that he knewV2
And all the dangers of the warsW2
And then to prove his story trueV2
Unbrac'd his coat to show his scarsX2
The old folks saw and blest their childS
Each drank to the intended brideS
And brought her milk loss up and smil'dS
And wish'd no worse luck might betideS
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Next day being Sunday folks believ'dS
They would be ask'd at church that dayD2
But Joe the gossips' thoughts deceiv'dS
And brought it in a nearer wayD2
He long ago did ring provideS
And wealth in dangerous wars had ta'enO
So he with licence bought his brideS
And crown'd the bliss of rosy JaneF

John Clare



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