The Changeling ( From The Tent On The Beach ) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH AJCJ CKLK MNON GPQP RSAS TULU AKAK MEVE CWCW XYCY MAZA YA2MM MYYY B2MMM YC2QP TYAY ZD2MD2 YYYY AE2F2E2 YMYM MYAY MG2H2G2 MMYM MI2MI2| FOR the fairest maid in Hampton | A |
| They needed not to search | B |
| Who saw young Anna favor | C |
| Come walking into church | B |
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| Or bringing from the meadows | D |
| At set of harvest day | E |
| The frolic of the blackbirds | F |
| The sweetness of the hay | E |
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| Now the weariest of all mothers | G |
| The saddest two years' bride | H |
| She scowls in the face of her husband | I |
| And spurns her child aside | H |
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| Rake out the red coals goodman | A |
| For there the child shall lie | J |
| Till the black witch comes to fetch her | C |
| And both up chimney fly | J |
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| It's never my own little daughter | C |
| It's never my own she said | K |
| The witches have stolen my Anna | L |
| And left me an imp instead | K |
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| Oh fair and sweet was my baby | M |
| Blue eyes and hair of gold | N |
| But this is ugly and wrinkled | O |
| Cross and cunning and old | N |
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| I hate the touch of her fingers | G |
| I hate the feel of her skin | P |
| It's not the milk from my bosom | Q |
| But my blood that she sucks in | P |
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| My face grows sharp with the torment | R |
| Look my arms are skin and bone | S |
| Rake open the red coals goodman | A |
| And the witch shall have her own | S |
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| She'll come when she hears it crying | T |
| In the shape of an owl or bat | U |
| And she'll bring us our darling Anna | L |
| In place of her screeching brat | U |
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| Then the goodman Ezra Dalton | A |
| Laid his hand upon her head | K |
| Thy sorrow is great O woman | A |
| I sorrow with thee he said | K |
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| The paths to trouble are many | M |
| And never but one sure way | E |
| Leads out to the light beyond it | V |
| My poor wife let us pray | E |
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| Then he said to the great All Father | C |
| Thy daughter is weak and blind | W |
| Let her sight come back and clothe her | C |
| Once more in her right mind | W |
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| Lead her out of this evil shadow | X |
| Out of these fancies wild | Y |
| Let the holy love of the mother | C |
| Turn again to her child | Y |
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| Make her lips like the lips of Mary | M |
| Kissing her blessed Son | A |
| Let her hands like the hands of Jesus | Z |
| Rest on her little one | A |
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| Comfort the soul of thy handmaid | Y |
| Open her prison door | A2 |
| And thine shall be all the glory | M |
| And praise forevermore | M |
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| Then into the face of its mother | M |
| The baby looked up and smiled | Y |
| And the cloud of her soul was lifted | Y |
| And she knew her little child | Y |
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| A beam of the slant west sunshine | B2 |
| Made the wan face almost fair | M |
| Lit the blue eyes' patient wonder | M |
| And the rings of pale gold hair | M |
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| She kissed it on lip and forehead | Y |
| She kissed it on cheek and chink | C2 |
| And she bared her snow white bosom | Q |
| To the lips so pale and thin | P |
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| Oh fair on her bridal morning | T |
| Was the maid who blushed and smiled | Y |
| But fairer to Ezra Dalton | A |
| Looked the mother of his child | Y |
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| With more than a lover's fondness | Z |
| He stooped to her worn young face | D2 |
| And the nursing child and the mother | M |
| He folded in one embrace | D2 |
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| Blessed be God he murmured | Y |
| Blessed be God she said | Y |
| For I see who once was blinded | Y |
| I live who once was dead | Y |
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| Now mount and ride my goodman | A |
| As thou lovest thy own soul | E2 |
| Woe's me if my wicked fancies | F2 |
| Be the death of Goody Cole | E2 |
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| His horse he saddled and bridled | Y |
| And into the night rode he | M |
| Now through the great black woodland | Y |
| Now by the white beached sea | M |
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| He rode through the silent clearings | M |
| He came to the ferry wide | Y |
| And thrice he called to the boatman | A |
| Asleep on the other side | Y |
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| He set his horse to the river | M |
| He swam to Newbury town | G2 |
| And he called up Justice Sewall | H2 |
| In his nightcap and his gown | G2 |
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| And the grave and worshipful justice | M |
| Upon whose soul be peace | M |
| Set his name to the jailer's warrant | Y |
| For Goodwife Cole's release | M |
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| Then through the night the hoof beats | M |
| Went sounding like a flail | I2 |
| And Goody Cole at cockcrow | M |
| Came forth from Ipswich jail | I2 |
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John Greenleaf Whittier
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