The Mother Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDAAEFGGGF GHHGGAAGG AIJJJI DKKLLMMDDMNFFN| Here I lean over you small son sleeping | A |
| Warm in my arms | B |
| And I con to my heart all your dew fresh charms | B |
| As you lie close close in my hungry hold | C |
| Your hair like a miser's dream of gold | C |
| And the white rose of your face far fairer | D |
| Finer and rarer | D |
| Than all the flowers in the young year's keeping | A |
| Over lips half parted your low breath creeping | A |
| Is sweeter than violets in April grasses | E |
| Though your eyes are fast shut I can see their blue | F |
| Splendid and soft as starshine in heaven | G |
| With all the joyance and wisdom given | G |
| From the many souls who have stanchly striven | G |
| Through the dead years to be strong and true | F |
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| Those fine little feet in my worn hands holden | G |
| Where will they tread | H |
| Valleys of shadow or heights dawn red | H |
| And those silken fingers O wee white son | G |
| What valorous deeds shall by them be done | G |
| In the future that yet so distant is seeming | A |
| To my fond dreaming | A |
| What words all so musical and golden | G |
| With starry truth and poesy olden | G |
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| Shall those lips speak in the years on coming | A |
| O child of mine with waxen brow | I |
| Surely your words of that dim to morrow | J |
| Rapture and power and grace must borrow | J |
| From the poignant love and holy sorrow | J |
| Of the heart that shrines and cradles you now | I |
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| Some bitter day you will love another | D |
| To her will bear | K |
| Love gifts and woo her then must I share | K |
| You and your tenderness Now you are mine | L |
| From your feet to your hair so golden and fine | L |
| And your crumpled finger tips mine completely | M |
| Wholly and sweetly | M |
| Mine with kisses deep to smother | D |
| No one so near to you now as your mother | D |
| Others may hear your words of beauty | M |
| But your precious silence is mine alone | N |
| Here in my arms I have enrolled you | F |
| Away from the grasping world I fold you | F |
| Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone | N |
Lucy Maud Montgomery
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