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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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
Comfort the soul of thy handmaid	Y
Open her prison door	A2
And thine shall be all the glory	M
And praise forevermore	M
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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
	-
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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The Changeling (from The Tent On The Beach) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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